Armored Saint - Head On lyrics

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 ba*tard 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