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Text: Goldfinger. Stomping Ground. I'm Down.

What the hell do you know?
You say as you turn your face right back to me
What the hell do you know?
You say like some righteous man better than me

Well I'm down
And you're killing me
And I'm down
But still you mean nothing to me, yeah

What the hell do you know?
You say as you try to shrink me to your size
What the hell do you know?
You say and just because you're scared to try

Well I'm down
And you're killing me
And I'm down
But still you mean nothing to me

Here we go, singing the same song
You've heard a thousand times you think you know the answer
Yeah, you won't try it and you deny it
It's the same damn song you've heard a thousand times

'Cause I'm down, and you're killing me
And I'm down, and you're killing me
Well I'm down
Yeah I'm down

What the hell do you know
You say well, I think I know way more than you
What the Hell do you know?
You say 'cause I know to myself I am true

Well I'm down
And you're killing me
And I'm down
And you're killing me
When you're down
Well I'll walk away
When you're down
But still you mean fuck all to me
Yeah, nothing to me