Head On - Armored Saint

Loss of nerve man

Ain’t no way to make wrongs right

Never want to seek confrontation

But don’t you stand so close to my knife

I got a lot of thorny thoughts

Gong banging till my arms are shot

Poor friendless Raymond

I give all I got

I won’t roll over

I won’t play dead

I won’t keep dining on the insides of my head

Like an ol' dog

With no burden of ignorance

Never want to make lame excuses

Or keep my nose in the air like a prince

Some terrible beauty

Like Machiavelli

Poor friendless bastard

But I’ve got a skeleton key

And I won’t roll over

I won’t sit down

I’ll keep on following the scent like a driven bloodhound

Be the real deal

If it hurts at least I can feel

An easy target without a weapon

Sometimes wound too tight

But I’m digging in with all my might

And I’ll plunge in to life head on

Head on Head on

Head on Head on

Head on

I won’t roll over

I won’t play dead

I’d rather take it from the hands of some villian instead

Be the real deal

Every injury is gonna heal

So bring on the bite from any python

Sometimes wound too tight

But I won’t go down without a good fight

And I’ll always plunge into life Head on