| Song | Cold, hard Fact |
| Artist | Overkill |
| Album | The Killing Kind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Overkill | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| I said here it comes, here it come | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| I'm push an' pullin', back and forth and gain no ground | |
| A knockin' down an' pound, pound, pound, huh | |
| A kickin' screamin', wack duct taped to make no sound | |
| A sittin' still to take the pow, pow, p-p-pow | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot | |
| Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it | |
| Longer you live, you get what you give | |
| What you're reaping | |
| First out alive is the one to survive | |
| You are creeping | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes | |
| A kiss my ass an' born to lose, huh | |
| Like Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on | |
| P.D.All tied up in misery, p-p-pow | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot | |
| Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it | |
| Passing the buck as you run outta luck | |
| Now you are weeping | |
| Crossing the line, as you run out of time | |
| Are you creeping? | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back, yeah | |
| Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| Yeah, yeah, down, down, down, down | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot |
| zuo ci : Overkill | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| I said here it comes, here it come | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| I' m push an' pullin', back and forth and gain no ground | |
| A knockin' down an' pound, pound, pound, huh | |
| A kickin' screamin', wack duct taped to make no sound | |
| A sittin' still to take the pow, pow, pppow | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot | |
| Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it | |
| Longer you live, you get what you give | |
| What you' re reaping | |
| First out alive is the one to survive | |
| You are creeping | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes | |
| A kiss my ass an' born to lose, huh | |
| Like Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on | |
| P. D. All tied up in misery, pppow | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot | |
| Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it | |
| Passing the buck as you run outta luck | |
| Now you are weeping | |
| Crossing the line, as you run out of time | |
| Are you creeping? | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back, yeah | |
| Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| Yeah, yeah, down, down, down, down | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot |
| zuò cí : Overkill | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| I said here it comes, here it come | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| Here it come, here it comes | |
| I' m push an' pullin', back and forth and gain no ground | |
| A knockin' down an' pound, pound, pound, huh | |
| A kickin' screamin', wack duct taped to make no sound | |
| A sittin' still to take the pow, pow, pppow | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot | |
| Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it | |
| Longer you live, you get what you give | |
| What you' re reaping | |
| First out alive is the one to survive | |
| You are creeping | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes | |
| A kiss my ass an' born to lose, huh | |
| Like Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on | |
| P. D. All tied up in misery, pppow | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot | |
| Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it | |
| Passing the buck as you run outta luck | |
| Now you are weeping | |
| Crossing the line, as you run out of time | |
| Are you creeping? | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah | |
| Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back, yeah | |
| Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya | |
| Yeah, yeah, down, down, down, down | |
| Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot |