Pearl Jam - Rival текст песни

All my rivals will see what I have in store
My gun
Ive been harboring fleets in this reservoir
Red sun
And this nations about to explode

Your disciples are riddled with metaphors
Well-hung
Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls
Not one
As we release this unspeakable toll

Hows our mother to damn these contributors
With mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult
Shed blood?
Hows our father supposed to be told?