Mystery Machine - Pound For Pound lyrics

Pull together the violence Make a run for the door There's a hole going right through his head Sometimes hard to ignore That man has a thousand faces The devil cut you down It's a white hot knife through your back A fever, pound for... Here's an old man breaking his back Staring straight at the sun Getting harder to think for himself and a? in one That man has a thousand faces The devil cut you down It's a white hot knife through your back A fever, pound for... Go down where you go, or follow me home. Take the time to meet my tribe. You will not tire.