Five Finger Death Punch - Death Before Dishonor Lyrics

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Death Before Dishonor

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What Are The Lyrics For Death Before Dishonor By Five Finger Death Punch?
To the haters, the takers, the liars, all the vultures and the bottom feeding scum
The FCC, the FBI and every tin god with a badge and a gun You talk and talk, you preach and bitch but your words don't mean a thing You get what you give, you give what you get Just the way it's always been I choose death before dishonor I'd rather die than live down on my knees Bury me like a soldier, with my dignity! You imitate the ostracized, put your head beneath the sand Your cup it runneth over, must be rough to live so grand You reap what you sew, you pay what you owe unless you bathe yourself in greed You rob and you take, your world is fake There's no honor amongst the thieves I choose death before dishonor I'd rather die than live down on my knees Bury me like a soldier, with my dignity! F*ck! You're self righteous, self pretentious Your ways are not for me You're deluded, so confused Your world I dominate I choose death before dishonor I'd rather die than live down on my knees Bury me like a soldier Bury me! (Bury me!) Bury me! (Bury me!) Bury me! With my dignity! |
Who Wrote Death Before Dishonor By Five Finger Death Punch?
Ivan Moody, Jeremy Spencer, Zoltan Bathroy
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What's The Duration Of The Death Before Dishonor By Five Finger Death Punch?The duration of Death Before Dishonor is 3:54 minutes and seconds. |
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