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5. BEST SERVED COLD
This track deals with three forms of vengeance: Assassination by the society that I was trying to save, Standing up for a friend against bullies, then being betrayed because I used to bully him, and Meeting my "true love", cheating on her, and getting shot in my sleep. It's a mid-tempo, more soft punk, if you can visualize that. 5: BEST SERVED COLD Verse 1: I was once your worst oppressor Pushing you to get a laugh It was me trying to impress the friends I thought I had to have But when those same friends kicked my ass You was there to have my back And we got the shit kicked out of us And I vowed to pay you back I was just playing to the part Of friends being there for each other When they were attacking what you stood for I regarded you as a brother So when they named the time and place I told you then I'd have your front But then you turned an about-face And allowed me to get jumped They had sticks and they had pipes You know my fists can't penetrate They broke bones, they punctured organs I feel cold and unashamed Until you saw me in the hospital bed And stood over my corpse And whispered in my deafened ear "That's for being such a jerk" Bridge: No matter How you repent You'll pay what you owe... Chorus: 'Cause vengeance is a dish Best served cold... Verse 2: I rose above all of my haters and became a huge success I had people that I kept too close To garner their respect Riding clouds through oxygenless-skies Breathing just because I was rich beyond compare And yet I wanted to be loved Wetting hotel sheets I found the girl I thought I wanted To share a family We were cute, holding each other's hands and frequent lewd displays Making out in public parks and shit She went down on me each day I finally popped her cherry And I popped the question after I didn't sign a pre-nup 'Cause she was mine and cash, it didn't matter And besides the fact I thought We'd always be with each other Until one day I slipped on tour Took a drunk groupie and fucked her I went home with my conscience full And explained myself to wifey She took it quite well, in fact We went to bed politely I woke up on an autopsy table Chest perpendicularly cut My girl had shot me in my sleep That's why my head was aching Bridge: There's nothing Worse than A woman whose heart's been stole... Chorus x2 Bridge: You try your best to pave a way But there's always a roadblock Whether bullshit from back in the day Or someone on your cock There's no escaping fate, my friend It's coming for your ass They always get you in the end And they're approaching fast... Verse 3: When they exhumed me from the womb I was bugged with a device I always labeled it my conscience When I thought, it made me think twice Then I got too old to play their games And it's then I realized That I was monitored by the government Ever since I first learned to cry I broke away from their makeshift matrix Became my own best friend I spread the word to others Now on the outside looking in I was considered deadly So my name they sent for me For spewing propaganda To a public scrutiny They threw bullets, they sent poisoned drinks But I built immunity I had almost felt immortal Because there is no fooling me Unafraid to give a public sppech To tear down this capitalist state I spoke with such indifference That it made the leaders shake The devised a whole new set of schemes But each one I'd defy It got so much that to the point I thought I couldn't die I had armies ready to kill for me And comrades willing, too I had public aspirations in my hands Concealing tools I was building up a following Becoming a sovereign man I had dreams of leading state to peace And the people were the plan But some false insecurity Had led me to the stage The piercing screams of change had led me To turn history's page But a single bullet from the crowd Penetrated my heart And I fell slowly to the floor And saw the people part Before my eyes had closed that final time I saw the gunman rise His name was "Democracy" And he had kissed my head goodbye Bridge: You cannot Fight a country With total control... Chorus into fadeout 2007 by Sock-rat
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