the underground in america

Pantera

Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Glass breaks, the dimming lights, sweat, heat and profane debate
the smart ones stay on the outside, while drunken heads and
arms erupt, centered man, swings a punch,
spits a tooth, postures odd,
a punk rock escapade,
five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd

We are the ones who must sport the position
cheap beer, trendy clicks, lesbian love is accepted and right
shaved heads meet hair in the mix,
blending the 80's and 90's with hate

Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world

Shows on, dates canceled, kicked out for reasons
that seem so unfair
skin crusts against the cops, a foregone conclusion
that's tired and beat
Ringworm, crabs and lice, V.D., ecstasy, speed and horse
a heaven, of unmatched importance,
an honor of sex to be stuck by the punk
Rich homes, with money and food,
abandoned for the bums on the street
a lifestyle that's unexplainable, don't try and save what is
all meant to be

Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world

If it is free, from a family that's seen, you can just keep it
if you must beg, it's better instead, you must follow the etiquette
fake
You know when it rains you're in your bed at home
You act so real when you are alone
fake
You better not let the mohawked crowd see, haha ya fuck
Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings

The trend is dead