[Intro] Yeah Let that low string growl I did not come here looking pretty I came to leave a mark [Verse 1] Got a bad reputation and a shirt full of sweat A fistful of trouble and no regrets Dust on my boots and a chip in my grin You can lock that door but I still get in I learned my lessons where the lights burned out Where a promise meant nothing and the weak talked loud I got scars with stories that I never tell And a laugh that sounds like a busted bell [Pre Chorus] Do not want your mercy Do not need your gold I was born in the furnace And I came out cold [Chorus] Mud on my teeth Fire in my lungs I bite down hard when the damage comes Rough around the edges and mean underneath You can wash my shirt But you cannot wash me Mud on my teeth Hear that gravel when I speak I do not bend and I do not retreat You can hate my name You can curse my breed But you cannot take the mud from me [Verse 2] I have watched big talkers disappear by dawn Watched tough guys run when the easy road was gone I keep my word even when it cuts me deep And I do not make promises I cannot keep There is a little bit of thunder in the way I walk A little bit of danger in the way I talk I have been knocked flat by a world gone wrong Then got back up just to prove it wrong [Pre Chorus] Do not want your mercy Do not need your gold I was forged in the hard times With a heart of stone [Chorus] Mud on my teeth Fire in my lungs I bite down hard when the damage comes Rough around the edges and mean underneath You can wash my shirt But you cannot wash me Mud on my teeth Hear that gravel when I speak I do not bend and I do not retreat You can hate my name You can curse my breed But you cannot take the mud from me [Bridge] I have slept where the cold wind crawls Heard bad news through thin wall calls Seen good hearts get ground to dust Still got both fists and a little trust No polished story No pretty disguise Just dirt under my nails And a mean set of eyes [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Mud on my teeth Fire in my lungs I bite down hard when the damage comes Rough around the edges and mean underneath You can wash my shirt But you cannot wash me Mud on my teeth Let the whole world hear me speak I do not bend and I do not retreat You can hate my name You can curse my breed But you cannot take the mud from me [Outro] Scrape it off It grows right back Mud on my teeth And a heart that attacks
