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