Regular People (Conceit) Songtext
von Pantera

I′ve trampled on that road
That you think you own
You have that smart-ass attitude
It's time to stop the fiction

I live it every day
While you mind′s far away
I'm out here putting pride on the line
And you case on me with pure respect

One chance at one thing
Hard time is coming
My time, your pain
I reign on you

You, you think you own
I take away
Take it with me (I say)
You, you think you own
I took away
Make it my own


Most regular people would say it's hard
Any streetwise son of a bitch knows
Don′t fuck with this
Most regular people would say it′s hard
Any streetwise son of a bitch knows
Don't fuck with this

Then so many times you practice in your mirror
To be just like me, but you just can′t see
(You ain't got the balls, son)

I fight for love of brother
Your friends fight one another
You can′t see because your head's up your ass
And just in cast you think you′re bad

I crush your rush
I rule, you fool
"I'm immovable stone in your world of weak"
I speak

You, you think you own
I take away
Take it with me (I say)
You, you think you own
I took away
Make it my own


Most regular people would say it's hard
Any streetwise son of a bitch knows
Don′t fuck with this
Most regular people would say it′s hard
Any streetwise son of a bitch knows
Don't fuck with this

Most regular people would say it′s hard
Any streetwise son of a bitch knows
Don't fuck with this
Most regular people would say it′s hard
Any streetwise son of a bitch knows
Don't fuck with this

Don′t fuck with this