Pile Driver Lyrics - Pitchfork - Clutch

You put me in the clutches of sin 

Making me a burning specimen 

Of worn animosity, just to aspire 

Leaving absolutely nothing behind 

But now it seems that the tables have turned 

Another dead end, another lesson learned 

One good turn deserves another 

So here it is, motherfucker 

You're just a semi-automatic hate machine 

Semi-automatic hate machine 

Semi-automatic hate machine 

And I've gone ballistic 

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Tooth and scratch 

Give me an axe to grind 

A practice made perfect, matter over mind 

I've got the urge, I've got the urge 

To clean up this place of your scourge 

If cleanliness is next to Godliness 

Then that would make you the devil 

Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike 

But the first law of nature is to defend one's life 

You're just a semi-automatic hate machine 

Semi-automatic hate machine 

Semi-automatic hate machine 

And I've gone ballistic 

Mine eyes have seen the glory 

Mine eyes have seen the glory 

Grapes of wrath 

Grapes of wrath 

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You're just a semi-automatic hate machine 

Semi-automatic hate machine 

Semi-automatic hate machine 

And I've gone ballistic 

And you're just a statistic