P.o.s. - Fire In The Hole/Arrow To The Action lyrics

I'm building my house Out of time, out of place Out of step, out of phase Get out of the way Or line up, or give a hand No plan, just guts No command We just understand The jig's up We grew up on songs and held on to the ideals of our idols It's hard to not feel tricked It's hard not to feel a bit of resentment at their penchant for bullsh** An impulse prescription, obsession, placed on pure waste Expulsion from that (whatever your crap) Repression ain't a language I can learn Out of here fast And not a single bridge I wouldn't burn Never come back Or hesitate to make a table turn Try to keep up The burn to the urn We earn every inch Return ready to kick it Concerned with how we're getting it Take it and splitting it Giving it back Let's shake the pavement Yeah, big stomp Get their hands up All out, right now, go Let's take the basements Uh-huh, bolt-cutter in the trunk Bolt Thrower in the tape deck, what Let's race the vacant Yeah, let's win, let's bet it all Yes, tell them off, tell them all There's no need to fake it We see right through We see right through Let's shake the pavement Yeah, big stomp Get their hands up All out, right now, go Let's take the basements Uh-huh, bolt-cutter in the trunk Bolt Thrower in the tape deck, what Let's race the vacant Yeah, let's win, let's bet it all Yes, tell them off, tell them all No need to fake it We see right through We see right through Let's shake the pavement C'mon big stomp Hands up All out, right now, let's go Let's take the basements Uh-huh, bolt-cutter in the trunk Bolt Thrower in the tape deck, what No hesitation, yeah Heavy disobedience Ease up off the median and do you There's no need to fake it We see right through We see right through f** that distraction Following my arrow to the action Double-pump nitrate stabbing Smashing, grabbing Handling the ma**es and laughing They pa**ive I'm past it Let's leave them shaking Easy as an earthquake See if they can reason with the murder rate Fright like treason was a birth right First for the worst For the constantly first place, get 'em Let's shake the pavement C'mon big stomp Hands up All out, right now, let's go Let's take the basements Uh-huh, bolt-cutter in the trunk Bolt Thrower in the tape deck, what No hesitation, yeah Heavy disobedience Ease up off the median and do you There's no need to fake it We see right through We see right through