Almost every day I see the same face
On broken picture tube It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself You put you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate Promise to nauseate
Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules For you to know about yourself
Not lie and make you believe What's evil
Is making love and making friends and meeting God you're own way
The right way
(Chorus) To see To bleed Cannot be taught
In turn You're making us Fucking hostile
We stand alone
The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the law
You seem to miss the point Arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why Hundreds of people die
You're writing tickets man My mom got jumped -- they ran!
Now I'll play a public servant To serve and protect
By the law and the state
I'd bust the punks That rape steal and murder
And leave you be If you crossed me
I'd shake your hand like a man Not a god
(Chorus)
Come meet your maker, boy Some things you can't enjoy
Because of heaven/hell A fucking wives' tale
They put it in your head Then put you in your bed
He's watching say your prayers Cause God is everywhere
Now I'll play a man learning priesthood
Who's about to take the ultimate test in life
I'd question things because I am human
And call NO ONE my father who's no closer that a stranger
I won't listen
(Chorus)
Fucking Hostile (Live) was written by Rex Brown & Phil Anselmo & Dimebag Darrell & Vinnie Paul.