Pointless
Prong Lyrics


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Hitman's got no doubt about
Position in the work place
A matter of investment
Ridding human excess
Dealing stocks and bonds of blood
Shotgun dividends
But you hold a gun that's smoking
So pointless keep pushing
Keep shooting so pointless
Head full 'o bullets
A soul that's been spent
That be the pension
In business dealt with lead
Kickbacks and cutbacks
They all stab you in the back




The bloody palms
Primed for greasing

Overall Meaning

In Prong's song Pointless, the lyrics describe a hitman who has no doubt about his position in the workplace. He sees his job as an investment in ridding human excess, dealing stocks and bonds of blood with shotgun dividends. The listener then hears the perspective of the person holding the smoking gun, who sees the hitman's actions as pointless and urges him to keep pushing and shooting. The hitman's head is full of bullets and his soul has been spent, with his pension being in the business of dealing with lead.


The lyrics go on to describe the cutthroat world of business, with kickbacks and cutbacks all resulting in backstabbing. The hitman's bloody palms are primed for greasing, suggesting that his actions are driven purely by profit and fuelled by violence.


Overall, the song seems to be a commentary on the ruthless nature of capitalism and the consequences of prioritizing profit over people. The hitman is portrayed as a symbol of this mentality, with his actions being described as pointless and ultimately self-destructive.


Line by Line Meaning

Hitman's got no doubt about
The hitman is certain about


Position in the work place
His place in the workplace


A matter of investment
It's an investment


Ridding human excess
Getting rid of people unnecessarily


Dealing stocks and bonds of blood
Dealing with the blood and violence of his job like stocks and bonds


Shotgun dividends
The rewards he gets for using violence


But you hold a gun that's smoking
But you have a gun that has been fired


So pointless keep pushing
It's pointless to keep pushing and fighting


Keep shooting so pointless
Continuing to shoot is also pointless


Head full 'o bullets
The mind filled with violent thoughts


A soul that's been spent
The soul that has been drained and depleted


That be the pension
That's the reward for a violent career


In business dealt with lead
In this violent business, he deals with bullets and blood


Kickbacks and cutbacks
The cheating and betrayal that occur in his line of work


They all stab you in the back
All of them will betray you


The bloody palms
The hands covered in blood


Primed for greasing
Ready to accept bribes and be corrupted




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GREGORY, VICTOR

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francofiverr

They were so relaxed when they made this album, yet stuck to their roots. The entire album is mellow and edgy at the same time. Good shit.

Dik Beats

Why is there no bass on this, did they forget?!

Barbara Swan

i will never forget many years ago when prong and pantera were doing a out door show and i had tickets 4 me and my bf and we didnt end up going

Foggy Goggle

Is he an ex-bf now?

Jon Hannsen

Barbara Swan That happened to me too but it was Styx

slantyrock

I'll never forget when I had a ticket to see Pantera in 2001 but they cancelled because of 9/11. :(

Silvio Trevisan

Super drum!

Bat Soup Chef

No fucking idea why this isn’t more popular

jurex81

Fuck yeah.

Briley Lozinsky

TABS! ANYONE

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