If It Ain't Broke, Break It

Look at the grudge I bear, d'ya think I wanna be a part of the scene 
Look at the clothes I'm wearing on the pages of your magazine 
I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear 
So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here 

Listen to what I'm sayin, is it really what you want me to hear 
Back in the saddle baby, cos I'm never gonna disappear 
I know for a fact that my mind's in a mess but my concience is clear 
So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here 

I'm not the kind who can just run and hide when the going gets tough 
I do believe theres a trick up my sleeve when it all gets too much 
Day after day, I have toiled away through the blood and the grit 
And if it aint broke, we gotta break it 

Crawl through the blood 
Crawl through the grit 
Crawl through the filth 
Crawl through the [bad word] 
Crawl through the pain 
Crawl through the spit 

And if it aint broke, you gotta break it 

Well look at the scars I bear, d'ya really think I wanna be in the scene 
Look at the way you've turned into just another [bad word] machine 
I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear 
So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here 

Crawl through the blood 
Crawl through the grit 
Crawl through the filth 
Crawl through the [bad word] 
Crawl through the pain 
Crawl through the spit 
And if it aint broke, you gotta break it 
(The progress stops here)