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Fight...
Sometimes you gotta fight for your right when you´re
Not sure you´re in a fight for your life, right?
If you ain´t packin´ any tactics you might get your ass kicked
Even if you are a little knuckle head
I´m kinda sick of being aggravated, i´m glad I´m hated
I guess i´m doin´ somethin´ right
That´s what happened back in columbine
You gotta know when to stop and don´t go over the top
´ cuz there´s a chamber deep inside the brain
That´s covered with chains, so don´t be shakin´ ´em loose
And if ya do, i´d be runnin´ for the hills
´ cuz i´m ready to rock and now i´m playin´ for real
I gotta... fight.... fight
You´d better watch out when my adrenaline kicks
I gotta... fight... fight...
It´s too late you already been hit... damn
[chorus]
Stick ´em stick em´
Stick em ha ha ha stick em
Stick em´ stick em´
Yeah, head for the barricade
[x2]
This world can make you sick to your stomach so i
Put on my headphones, listen to the deftones
It´s gettin´ crowded in my spaceship
Livin´ in a dream, runnin´ from a hate machine
Ya know it´s such a drag when there´s people talking down to ya
Such a drag thinking everything sucks (do ya?)
Walk away with the spit on your face?
Or do ya draw the line just to give ´em a taste?
´ cuz i know its never gonna end,
If it happens again i´m going straight for the throat
Another note, don´t forget your had a chance
Now off of the side lines and ready to dance
I gotta... fight.... fight
Better watch out when my adrenaline kicks
I gotta... fight... fight...
It´s too late you already been hit... damn
[chorus]
If you got the guts (head for the barricade)
Then come on down (head for the barricade) [x2]
And head for the barricade
Fight!! [x8]
Head for the barricade
I ain´t playin´ around
Head for the barricade
I ain´t playin´ around
[chorus]
Translate to:
Fight...
Sometimes you gotta fight for your right when you´re
Not sure you´re in a fight for your life, right?
If you ain´t packin´ any tactics you might get your ass kicked
Even if you are a little knuckle head
I´m kinda sick of being aggravated, i´m glad I´m hated
I guess i´m doin´ somethin´ right
That´s what happened back in columbine
You gotta know when to stop and don´t go over the top
´ cuz there´s a chamber deep inside the brain
That´s covered with chains, so don´t be shakin´ ´em loose
And if ya do, i´d be runnin´ for the hills
´ cuz i´m ready to rock and now i´m playin´ for real
I gotta... fight.... fight
You´d better watch out when my adrenaline kicks
I gotta... fight... fight...
It´s too late you already been hit... damn
[chorus]
Stick ´em stick em´
Stick em ha ha ha stick em
Stick em´ stick em´
Yeah, head for the barricade
[x2]
This world can make you sick to your stomach so i
Put on my headphones, listen to the deftones
It´s gettin´ crowded in my spaceship
Livin´ in a dream, runnin´ from a hate machine
Ya know it´s such a drag when there´s people talking down to ya
Such a drag thinking everything sucks (do ya?)
Walk away with the spit on your face?
Or do ya draw the line just to give ´em a taste?
´ cuz i know its never gonna end,
If it happens again i´m going straight for the throat
Another note, don´t forget your had a chance
Now off of the side lines and ready to dance
I gotta... fight.... fight
Better watch out when my adrenaline kicks
I gotta... fight... fight...
It´s too late you already been hit... damn
[chorus]
If you got the guts (head for the barricade)
Then come on down (head for the barricade) [x2]
And head for the barricade
Fight!! [x8]
Head for the barricade
I ain´t playin´ around
Head for the barricade
I ain´t playin´ around
[chorus]