Death Row - Jag Panzer

So you think you got it made

Standing so close to the stage

Hear the sound like a battering ram

But what you don’t know

Is Jag Panzer’s got control

And the power is all in our hands

Yes, as decibels raise

Your eardrums will split

Like fire from hell and the grave

With vengeance and malice

We’ll yell and we’ll scream

Our violence evolves from the stage

So I’ll give you my body

To do what you want

I’m boiling with passionate flare

You know it’s controlled

But not for very long

Take your soul with my deadly stare

Death Row

Your standing in the Death Row

Ringing inside your head

Death Row first seven rows

Death Row

Louder till we raise the dead

So keep raising your hands

Oh you’re such loving fans

We’re headbangers, one and all

I’m aiming to please

Bring you down to your knees

You’ve suddenly lost all control

Death Row

Your standing in the Death Row

Ringing inside your head

Death Row first seven rows

Death Row

Louder till we raise the dead