Broken Man from Homefront Terrorism by Lockjaw

Put my fist through the wall
Yell until my voice is gone
A fire in my stomach, hell in my veins
Fuck the sorrow, fuck the pain

Thought things were better, I was wrong
A man can only be so strong
No contrition, no remorse
From now since the grade of my fucking fourth

A broken man born of a broken man
A broken man born of a broken man
Pick up the pieces with my own two hands
A broken man born of a broken man

There’s hell to pay, and I’m in debt
Shoved to the bottom, nothing left
Wouldn’t care for me if you could
Left to fend for my own good

You get in my face but I’ll stand my ground
I know how much you don’t want me around
I do what I can with my back to the wall
Fuck you, fuck it all

A broken man born of a broken man
A broken man born of a broken man
Pick up the pieces with my own two hands
A broken man born of a broken man

A broken man born of a broken man
A broken man born of a broken man

Put my fist through the wall
Yell until my voice is gone
A fire in my stomach, hell in my veins
Fuck the sorrow, fuck the pain

A broken man born of a broken man
A broken man born of a broken man
Pick up the pieces with my own two hands
A broken man born of a broken man

• Crossover
• Punk
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• rock
• thrash
• Dallas