Five Finger Death Punch - Dying Breed Lyrics
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Dying Breed
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What Are The Lyrics For Dying Breed By Five Finger Death Punch?
Round 1!
I swear to god I'd do it for fun Just a dead man walkin' with a double barrel shotgun Ain't a single fucker left to fear See their lips moving' but I don't wanna hear Show down (I ain't backing down from anybody) Throw down (If I don't get some space) Lay down (not in this life or another) It's a nightmare (and it's not going away) All I wanted was your honesty Something more than this Something more than me (more than me) Death can take me if I can't be free I am not like you, I'm a dying breed Round 2! Something you just don't wanna do Go dancin' with the devil, unless your wearing my shoes You got nerve, and I'll give ya that Watch the world crumble while you sit on your ass! Wake up (get your head together motherfucker) Straight up (before it's too late) Stand up (nothing ever lasts forever) Corrupt (and that's how it's gonna stay) All I wanted was your honesty Something more than this Something more than me (more than me) Death can take me if I can't be free I am not like you, I'm a dying breed All I wanted was your honesty Something more than this Something more than me (more than me) Death can take me if I can't be free I am not like you, I'm a dying breed |
Who Wrote Dying Breed By Five Finger Death Punch?
Ivan Moody, Jason Hook, Jeremy Spencer, Matthew Snell, Thomas Jason Grinstead, Zoltan Bathroy
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What's The Duration Of The Dying Breed By Five Finger Death Punch?The duration of Dying Breed is 2:54 minutes and seconds. |
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