Pay Dirt - Armored Saint

That’s when I hit pay dirt

Sink or swim

I’m jumpin' in

Huddled masses cling together

But the herd gets thin

Self assured

With those fighting words

Your so-called figure of speech

Won’t be hard

I’ll never lose my shirt

Someday I’ll hit pay pirt

I’d rather die of thirst

Fast-moving fast-ducking fast

Running fast from the blast

I’m here to carry my weigth

Murder will out the ingrates

No tampering with the soul

I’m sidestepping your phony idols

That’s when I’ll hit pay dirt