Pile driver

Pile driver Lyrics

You put me in the clutches of sin
Making me a burning specimen
Of worn animosity, just to aspire
Leaving absolutely nothing behind


But now it seems that the tables have turned
Another dead end, another lesson learned
One good turn deserves another
So here it is, motherf**ker


You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic


Tooth and scratch
Give me an axe to grind
A practice made perfect, matter over mind
I've got the urge, I've got the urge
To clean up this place of your scourge


If cleanliness is next to Godliness
Then that would make you the devil
Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike
But the first law of nature is to defend one's life


You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic


Mine eyes have seen the glory
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Grapes of wrath
Grapes of wrath


You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic


And you're just a statistic