For The Record

And if we’re being honest... I read every critique and every
comment. Every album review & there’s a lot of em.
Every fucking critic with a pen and a problem (all of em).
Ya damn right, all my songs about pain and I like em that
way. So do you get it? Sing about it cause I lived it, if I said
it then I meant it. I don’t bend, I don’t break. I don’t fold
under pressure. The will to survive, I am forever. And while
we’re all on the topic... The wolves at my door still knockin,
the voices in my head still calling, the voices in my head still calling. And once again
for the record, still don’t give a fuck about selling records. Still don’t need your damn
handout. So keep my mother fuckin name out your damn mouth.