Standing Tall, Looking Good, Should've been in Hollywood

His Voice Like thunder Stoic Like boulder Mountain of a man With hands As hard as diamond Temper like a flame His heart is pumping fire Knuckles break Your fucking face Leave you bleeding On the pavement If he ever caught you Speaking badly Of his family F*ck around and find out That this man is made of steel He'll bust your jaw With just one swing Six feet deep Is where you'll sleep Suck down his cigarette And ash on your corpse You fucking wretch Signal Five Do you understand me Stature like a silverback Freight train coming off the tracks Voice like Thunder Arms Like timbers The yolk Of his work Would force the weak to crumble Standing tall Looking good Should have been In Hollywood Standing tall Looking good Should have been In Hollywood