| Song | Fucking Hostile |
| Artist | Pantera |
| Album | pantera original album series |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pantera | |
| One two three four | |
| Almost every day | |
| I see the same face | |
| On broken picture tube | |
| It fits the attitude | |
| If you could see yourself | |
| You put you on a shelf | |
| Your verbal masturbate | |
| Promise to nauseate | |
| Today I'll play the part of non-parent | |
| Not make a hundred rules | |
| For you to know about yoursef | |
| Not lie and make you believe | |
| What's evil is making love | |
| and making friends | |
| and meeting God you're own way | |
| The right way | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You're making us | |
| Fucking hostile | |
| We stand alone | |
| The truth in right and wrong | |
| The boundaries of the law | |
| You seem to miss the point | |
| Arresting for a joint? | |
| You seem to wonder why | |
| Hundreds of people die | |
| You're writing tickets man | |
| My mom got jumped -- they ran! | |
| Now I'll play a public servant | |
| To serve and protect | |
| By the law and the state | |
| I'd bust the punks | |
| That rape steal and murder | |
| And leave you be | |
| If you crossed me | |
| I'd shake your hand like a man | |
| Not a god | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You're making us | |
| Fucking hostile | |
| We stand alone | |
| Come meet your maker, boy | |
| Some things you can't enjoy | |
| Because of heaven/hell | |
| A fucking wives' tale | |
| They put it in your head | |
| Then put you in your bed | |
| He's watching say your prayers | |
| Cause God is everywhere | |
| Now I'll play a man learning priesthood | |
| Who's about to take the ultimate test in life | |
| I'd question things because I am human | |
| And call NO ONE my father who's no closer that a stranger | |
| I won't listen | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You're making us | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking hostile |
| zuo qu : Pantera | |
| One two three four | |
| Almost every day | |
| I see the same face | |
| On broken picture tube | |
| It fits the attitude | |
| If you could see yourself | |
| You put you on a shelf | |
| Your verbal masturbate | |
| Promise to nauseate | |
| Today I' ll play the part of nonparent | |
| Not make a hundred rules | |
| For you to know about yoursef | |
| Not lie and make you believe | |
| What' s evil is making love | |
| and making friends | |
| and meeting God you' re own way | |
| The right way | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You' re making us | |
| Fucking hostile | |
| We stand alone | |
| The truth in right and wrong | |
| The boundaries of the law | |
| You seem to miss the point | |
| Arresting for a joint? | |
| You seem to wonder why | |
| Hundreds of people die | |
| You' re writing tickets man | |
| My mom got jumped they ran! | |
| Now I' ll play a public servant | |
| To serve and protect | |
| By the law and the state | |
| I' d bust the punks | |
| That rape steal and murder | |
| And leave you be | |
| If you crossed me | |
| I' d shake your hand like a man | |
| Not a god | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You' re making us | |
| Fucking hostile | |
| We stand alone | |
| Come meet your maker, boy | |
| Some things you can' t enjoy | |
| Because of heaven hell | |
| A fucking wives' tale | |
| They put it in your head | |
| Then put you in your bed | |
| He' s watching say your prayers | |
| Cause God is everywhere | |
| Now I' ll play a man learning priesthood | |
| Who' s about to take the ultimate test in life | |
| I' d question things because I am human | |
| And call NO ONE my father who' s no closer that a stranger | |
| I won' t listen | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You' re making us | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking hostile |
| zuò qǔ : Pantera | |
| One two three four | |
| Almost every day | |
| I see the same face | |
| On broken picture tube | |
| It fits the attitude | |
| If you could see yourself | |
| You put you on a shelf | |
| Your verbal masturbate | |
| Promise to nauseate | |
| Today I' ll play the part of nonparent | |
| Not make a hundred rules | |
| For you to know about yoursef | |
| Not lie and make you believe | |
| What' s evil is making love | |
| and making friends | |
| and meeting God you' re own way | |
| The right way | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You' re making us | |
| Fucking hostile | |
| We stand alone | |
| The truth in right and wrong | |
| The boundaries of the law | |
| You seem to miss the point | |
| Arresting for a joint? | |
| You seem to wonder why | |
| Hundreds of people die | |
| You' re writing tickets man | |
| My mom got jumped they ran! | |
| Now I' ll play a public servant | |
| To serve and protect | |
| By the law and the state | |
| I' d bust the punks | |
| That rape steal and murder | |
| And leave you be | |
| If you crossed me | |
| I' d shake your hand like a man | |
| Not a god | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You' re making us | |
| Fucking hostile | |
| We stand alone | |
| Come meet your maker, boy | |
| Some things you can' t enjoy | |
| Because of heaven hell | |
| A fucking wives' tale | |
| They put it in your head | |
| Then put you in your bed | |
| He' s watching say your prayers | |
| Cause God is everywhere | |
| Now I' ll play a man learning priesthood | |
| Who' s about to take the ultimate test in life | |
| I' d question things because I am human | |
| And call NO ONE my father who' s no closer that a stranger | |
| I won' t listen | |
| To see | |
| To bleed | |
| Cannot be taught | |
| In turn | |
| You' re making us | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking | |
| Fucking hostile |