For the Record

And if we’re being honest
I read every critique and every comment
Every album review and there’s a lot of 'em
Every fucking critic with a pen and a problem (all of 'em)
Ya damn right
All my songs about pain
And I like em that way
So do you get it?
Sing about it cause I lived it
If I said it then I meant it
I don’t bend, I don’t break
I don’t fold under pressure
The will to survive
I am forever
And while we’re all on the topic
The wolves at my door still knocking
The voices in my head still calling
The voices in my head still calling
I don’t bend, I don’t break
I don’t fold under pressure
The will to survive
I am forever
I don’t bend, I don’t break
I don’t fold under pressure
The will to survive
I am forever
The will to survive
I am forever
The will to survive
I am forever
And once again for the record
Still don’t give a fuck about selling records
Still don’t need your damn handout
So keep my motherfuckin' name out your damn mouth
So keep my motherfuckin' name out your damn mouth
And once again for the record
Still don’t give a fuck about selling records
Still don’t need your damn handout
So keep my motherfuckin' name out your damn mouth
So keep my motherfuckin' name out your damn mouth
So keep my motherfuckin' name out your damn mouth