C'qui veut dire qu'on va plutôt miser Sur la bonne vieille force brute sur les coups qui font mal. Il faut l'sonner, ça t'pend des poings en bétons D'une puissance fulgurante. On veut lui causer une telle douleur que ça secouera ses ancêtres. Après chacun d' tes coups d'poings Il devra sentir comme si il avait essayer d'embrasser un train... Ouais On va transformer tes poings en bombe ♪ THIS DAY AIN'T WAITING ON ME WITH SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS CLENCHED FISTS CLENCHED TEETH HARDER THAN NAILS DIRT CLEANS OFF A LOT EASIER THAN BLOOD EARLY IN THE MORNING DIGGING DITCHES HAULING BRICKS I ROLL UP MY SLEEVES ENDLESS STRENGTH CRUSHING ROCKS BENDING STEEL I SPIT IN MY HANDS SPIT SPIT SPIT IN MY HANDS ♪ I PLUNGE MY HANDS INTO THE FILTH I CRUSH THAT FUCKING WORLD BEFORE IT BEATS ME TO MY KNEES BEATS ME TO MY KNEES BEFORE IT BEATS ME TO THE GROUND BEATS ME TO THE GROUND UNTIL THE JOB IS DONE TILL I'M TOO DAMN TIRED TO BREATHE SWEATING UNDER THE BURNING SUN AS A PART OF ME DIES HANDS FROZEN FROM THE SNOW I KEEP MOVING MYSELF FORWARD ♪ DIRT CLEANS OFF A LOT EASIER THAN BLOOD EASIER THAN BLOOD ♪ I PUSH MYSELF HARDER I PUSH IT ALONG PICKING MYSELF BACK UP WHENEVER KNOCKED DOWN