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Text: Skid Row. Forty Seasons: The Best Of Skid Row. The Threat.

Well I've been convicted with and without reason
Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree
And felt the anger of generations
And been the target for the cheap shots of authority

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wrecking ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made your mark, you've made a threat to society

I wasn't put here to be treated
Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone
Yeah, you can sweep me under the carpet
But I'll still infect your need to use me as a stepping stone

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wrecking ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made your mark, you've made a threat to society

Oh, yeah
So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wrecking ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, hard line, you'll see
Once you've made your mark, you've made a threat to society

Won't beg, won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat, a threat
Hard line, hard line, you'll see
Once you've made your mark, you've made a threat to society