The Underground In America lyrics

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

You know when it rains you're in your bed at home

You act so real when you are alone

You better not let the mohawked crowd see

Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings

You must admit that you mimic the weaklings

The Tribe Is Dead!

• Artist:Pantera
• Album:The Great Southern Trendkill (1996)