Death Row

""So you think you got it made Standing so close to the stage Hear the sound like a battering ram But what you don't know Is Jag Panzer's got control And the power is all in our hands Yes as decibels raise Your eardrums will split Like fire from hell and the grave With vengeance and malice We'll yell and we'll scream Our violence evolves from the stage So I'll give you my body To do what you want I'm boiling with passionate flare You know it's controlled But not for very long Take your soul with my deadly stare Death Row Your standing in the Death Row Ringing inside your head Death Row First seven rows Death Row Louder till we raise the dead So keep raising your hands Oh you're such loving fans We're headbangers one and all I'm aiming to please Bring you down to your knees You've suddenly lost all control Death Row Your standing in the Death Row Ringing inside your head Death Row First seven rows Death Row Louder till we raise the dead""