If you have an Axe to grind
I will grind it
If you have a place in mind
Please, bring it
If you have an act to show
Please show it
If you show it, please know it
Because if you have an axe to grind, I'll grind it
My axes give me peace of mind
I'll show it, just give me time, you'll know it
Straps of leather, polyester or just twine
No matter to those except to those who whine
About everything that is mine
Excuse me, but you are the kind
Of which I have an axe to grind
Battle axe in my hand
Me of all you do not wish to find, except to grind
So that you can show it
Ask me what I know
I'll tell you how to grind an axe
As sharp an edge, you do not want to know
If you're lucky, I'll use my edge
Not the blunt side
In which you will die slow
Respect is a two way street
Look at my house
I'm grindin' axes
Got one more to go
Brilliant light from the edge of these
Step in front of me
If you grind axes
Just like these
Not a trap, there is no map
Speak your peace
Or shut your trap
Rock and Roll is a frame of mind
Not just to those who call it "mine"
Spell it out, I think I will
Chill out, take a pill
Before knocking on my door
With all your things to spill
You are so successful, aren't you
So you can judge, commit or kill
Knock on my door if you have an axe to grind
Leave sharp, at your own will
Enter lightly, leave lively
Or get thrown out with the blood that you have spilled
I will grind it
If you have a place in mind
Please, bring it
If you have an act to show
Please show it
If you show it, please know it
Because if you have an axe to grind, I'll grind it
My axes give me peace of mind
I'll show it, just give me time, you'll know it
Straps of leather, polyester or just twine
No matter to those except to those who whine
About everything that is mine
Excuse me, but you are the kind
Of which I have an axe to grind
Battle axe in my hand
Me of all you do not wish to find, except to grind
So that you can show it
Ask me what I know
I'll tell you how to grind an axe
As sharp an edge, you do not want to know
If you're lucky, I'll use my edge
Not the blunt side
In which you will die slow
Respect is a two way street
Look at my house
I'm grindin' axes
Got one more to go
Brilliant light from the edge of these
Step in front of me
If you grind axes
Just like these
Not a trap, there is no map
Speak your peace
Or shut your trap
Rock and Roll is a frame of mind
Not just to those who call it "mine"
Spell it out, I think I will
Chill out, take a pill
Before knocking on my door
With all your things to spill
You are so successful, aren't you
So you can judge, commit or kill
Knock on my door if you have an axe to grind
Leave sharp, at your own will
Enter lightly, leave lively
Or get thrown out with the blood that you have spilled
Crunch