| My edge is keen and I’ve honed my skill
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| Got nerves of steel and an iron will
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| My skin is bronze, my trim is chrome
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| Climb aboard, I’ll drive you home
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| I’m a silver — tongued devil with a heart of gold
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| When I was made they broke the mould
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| My blood runs hot, like molten lead
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| Pump you full, I’m gonna knock you dead
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| I don’t mince words, I spit 'em out
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| I won’t leave room for any doubt
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| Get to the point, stop splitting hairs
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| That ain’t getting either of us anywhere
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| Sometimes it’s better to be blunt
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| But is this some kind of publicity stunt?
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| So far you’ve whet my appetite
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| Do you wanna grind with me tonight?
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| Me tonight
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| Grind
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| Axegrinder, I’m not famous for my tact
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| Axegrinder, I’ve gotta sharpen up my act
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| Axegrinder, try and see things through my eyes
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| Everything and everyone gets cut back down to size
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| On the brink of who knows what?
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| We’ve gotta strike while the iron’s hot
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| I can hold your hand, try to guide you through
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| But I can’t make your moves for you
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| Uh, ow!
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| Axegrinder
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| Axegrinder
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| Axegrinder, try and see things through my eyes
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| Everything and everyone gets cut back down to size
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| I swing my blade, that’s how it’s done
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| Don’t stop me now, I’ve only just begun
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| I was told when I was young
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| I wouldn’t work in an iron lung
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| Now I learned a trick or two
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| I been working up a sweat for you
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| Sweat for you
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| For you
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| You
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| Axegrinder
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| Axegrinder
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| Axegrinder, I’m not famous for my tact
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| Axegrinder, I’ve gotta sharpen up my act
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| Axegrinder, yeah (Yeah)
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| Axegrinder, yeah (Yeah)
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| Ow! |