| Song | No Good (Attack The Radical) |
| Artist | Pantera |
| Album | Vulgar Display of Power |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pantera | |
| In the states | |
| There's a problem with race | |
| Because of ignorant past burned fires | |
| From evolution | |
| We've been killing each other | |
| I figure man should have it down to a science | |
| No chance | |
| Not for a minute | |
| Not for a second | |
| I won't be defensive | |
| I'm straight out in my opinion | |
| You'ld better listen to a man who knows what he is saying | |
| I've seen your side | |
| You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior | |
| Be superior | |
| And know your interior | |
| (Pre) Race, pride, prejudice | |
| Black man, white man | |
| No stand | |
| Live in the past | |
| We make it last | |
| A hated mass | |
| No solution | |
| Mind pollution | |
| For revolution | |
| (Chorus) So low behold my eyes | |
| This land of fools will rise | |
| No good | |
| For no one | |
| You blame oppression and play the role of criminals | |
| To rape and burn show progress is minimal | |
| White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity | |
| Living, breathing | |
| Violence in your city | |
| If one man | |
| Had one home | |
| In one world | |
| Held live alone without variety | |
| Full of anxiety | |
| No one to point at, question | |
| Or even talk to -- in his private grave | |
| No matter what color | |
| He wouldn't be saved from hell | |
| He dwells | |
| A closed mind playing the part of prison cells | |
| (Pre) | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Pantera | |
| In the states | |
| There' s a problem with race | |
| Because of ignorant past burned fires | |
| From evolution | |
| We' ve been killing each other | |
| I figure man should have it down to a science | |
| No chance | |
| Not for a minute | |
| Not for a second | |
| I won' t be defensive | |
| I' m straight out in my opinion | |
| You' ld better listen to a man who knows what he is saying | |
| I' ve seen your side | |
| You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior | |
| Be superior | |
| And know your interior | |
| Pre Race, pride, prejudice | |
| Black man, white man | |
| No stand | |
| Live in the past | |
| We make it last | |
| A hated mass | |
| No solution | |
| Mind pollution | |
| For revolution | |
| Chorus So low behold my eyes | |
| This land of fools will rise | |
| No good | |
| For no one | |
| You blame oppression and play the role of criminals | |
| To rape and burn show progress is minimal | |
| White hoods and militants you know it' s such a pity | |
| Living, breathing | |
| Violence in your city | |
| If one man | |
| Had one home | |
| In one world | |
| Held live alone without variety | |
| Full of anxiety | |
| No one to point at, question | |
| Or even talk to in his private grave | |
| No matter what color | |
| He wouldn' t be saved from hell | |
| He dwells | |
| A closed mind playing the part of prison cells | |
| Pre | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Pantera | |
| In the states | |
| There' s a problem with race | |
| Because of ignorant past burned fires | |
| From evolution | |
| We' ve been killing each other | |
| I figure man should have it down to a science | |
| No chance | |
| Not for a minute | |
| Not for a second | |
| I won' t be defensive | |
| I' m straight out in my opinion | |
| You' ld better listen to a man who knows what he is saying | |
| I' ve seen your side | |
| You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior | |
| Be superior | |
| And know your interior | |
| Pre Race, pride, prejudice | |
| Black man, white man | |
| No stand | |
| Live in the past | |
| We make it last | |
| A hated mass | |
| No solution | |
| Mind pollution | |
| For revolution | |
| Chorus So low behold my eyes | |
| This land of fools will rise | |
| No good | |
| For no one | |
| You blame oppression and play the role of criminals | |
| To rape and burn show progress is minimal | |
| White hoods and militants you know it' s such a pity | |
| Living, breathing | |
| Violence in your city | |
| If one man | |
| Had one home | |
| In one world | |
| Held live alone without variety | |
| Full of anxiety | |
| No one to point at, question | |
| Or even talk to in his private grave | |
| No matter what color | |
| He wouldn' t be saved from hell | |
| He dwells | |
| A closed mind playing the part of prison cells | |
| Pre | |
| Chorus |