We Are The Rest
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
What's the matter with a matter of opinion?
Burnin' at the stakes as one
Common shit, satisfying all the minions
Chokin' on yourself like a water gun
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
You better shift when the brothers hit the riff
With a one, two, one, two, three
We are the rest, the ones left over
We are the blessed with the best disorders
We are the rest 'cause the best get left behind
We are the rest and we remember
When everybody is a weak pretender
We are the rest when the rest of you are lies
Thirty-aught-six years tied to the tree
Like a dog, like a dog, like a motherfuckin' dog
Turning out twisted, lied to relieve
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a motherfuckin' dog
What's the difference? It's a difference of opinion
Even in a different you
Never mind and you've been doing me a favor
Tell me all about it then what'll you do?
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
We are the rest, the ones left over
We are the blessed with the best disorders
We are the rest 'cause the best get left behind
We are the rest and we remember
When everybody is a weak pretender
We are the rest when the rest of you are lies
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
What's the matter with a matter of opinion?
Burnin' at the stakes as one
Common shit, satisfying all the minions
Chokin' on yourself like a water gun
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
You better shift when the brothers hit the riff
With a one, two, one, two, three
We are the rest, the ones left over
We are the blessed with the best disorders
We are the rest 'cause the best get left behind
We are the rest and we remember
When everybody is a weak pretender
We are the rest when the rest of you are lies
Thirty-aught-six years tied to the tree
Like a dog, like a dog, like a motherfuckin' dog
Turning out twisted, lied to relieve
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a motherfuckin' dog
What's the difference? It's a difference of opinion
Even in a different you
Never mind and you've been doing me a favor
Tell me all about it then what'll you do?
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
We are the rest, the ones left over
We are the blessed with the best disorders
We are the rest 'cause the best get left behind
We are the rest and we remember
When everybody is a weak pretender
We are the rest when the rest of you are lies
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
No way to beat me, no way to win
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Writer(s): Corey Taylor
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