Pounding

Written by Douglas Firestein

Every morning at dawn
I roll out of bed
Light up a joint
And down my first beer

Reed through the paper
Then it’s coffee to go
Just a working man
With a job to do

I’m a driven pro and
Work is my drug
I always wear gloves
When it’s time to suit up
Cos I’m…

(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
FACES!
(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
ASS!
(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
SUCKAS!

Yeah, poundin’ is my jam

Every night at dusk
I take off my jacket
Cross names off the list
Of victims I’m whacking

Turn on the TV
The noise helps me rest
Gonna need some energy
For what i do best

I’m a driven pro and
Work is my drug
I always wear gloves
When it’s time to suit up
Cos I’m…

(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
FACES!
(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
ASS!
(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
SUCKAS!

Yeah, poundin’ is my jam

I never thought to do
Anything but this
Always willing to share
A taste of my fist
(Eat it)

I’m a driven pro and
Work is my drug
I always wear gloves
When it’s time to suit up
Cos I’m…

(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
FACES!
(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
ASS!
(Poundin’, Poundin’, Poundin’)
SUCKAS!

Yeah, poundin’ is my jam