Album by Armored Saint
Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Armored Saint, Help me write these words down I'll write a great song
By Armored Saint, Beat my bloody fist to a pulp Then I'll switch hands Gotta
By Armored Saint, Imagine every morbid thought You've had throughout your life Becoming real in
By Armored Saint, Loathsome Glum is commonplace Lonely Longing for a face Dwelling in the shadows There's a
By Armored Saint, Before all else, better get yourself armed, yeah Watch as they
By Armored Saint, These living quarters are off limits to you These guarded borders
By Armored Saint, El Diablo sale Por mis chingaderas Locuras en me suenos Los cadaberes toman Cida
By Armored Saint, That's when I hit pay dirt Sink or swim, I'm jumpin'
By Armored Saint, Dressed in a shroud, preparing the stand-off A meeting of the
By Armored Saint, Brass hat, CEO Only appears for a cameo The camp is so
By Armored Saint, When the final bell is rung And the game's declared over We
By Armored Saint, Come here and bend over, torturing I like I'm picking candy