Pray - put em in the dirt

Born on the right side of the wrong side
 I wear my fucking insides on my outsides
 You can see my heart beat, it beats right through
 Till the day it stops, I'm gonna motherfucking persecute
 Every single one of you
 I'm not alone, I got the devil, and he's coming too
 Coming through to straight motherfucking bury you
 Someone's gonna die, and I'm fucking bulletproof, I'm fucking bulletproof
 Let me tell you a story, it's about a little kid
 Who never really understood much of anything he did
 He had a chest full of heart in a body full of scars
 In a broke down palace on a broken boulevard
 And he was faithless, but he'd live through all the hurt
 'Cause every time it did, he knew he got what he deserved
 Had to hold on to the fire even if he had to burn
 Baby, pain became the only way that he could ever learn
 So thankless, but he knew that he could take this
 Everything then came apart, so one day he could make this
 This song for the nameless that's ageless
 Hold onto my hand, I'll show you scripture in these pages, they're bulletproof
 Hold on, hold tight, it's not your turn to die yet
 So long, goodnight, there's not always tomorrow
 Hold on, hold tight, it's not your turn to die yet
 So long, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Now it's your turn to die
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Feel the fire, the heat, the pyre
 The angel you know is the devil admired
 Everything ends like a voice in the choir
 Telling the truth to you motherfucking liars
 It's the comedown, I know I gotta hold out
 Can't fucking fold now, the mirror says I sold out
 God had a vision, and that vision is me
 And I hold it in my heart every second that I breathe
 So, Holy Ghost, hold me please
 I don't need these lethal things
 What are these songs that I'll leave?
 I see this image when I dream
 So, I'll live it 'cause it's the only motherfucking thing I got
 'Cause I'm motherfucking Three and you're motherfucking not
 I got a motherfucking gun, and the motherfucker's cocked
 And I'll put it to my head until a motherfucker drops
 So thankless, but he knew that he could take this
 Everything then came apart, so one day he could make this
 A song for the nameless that's ageless
 Hold onto my hand, I'll show you scripture in these pages, they're bulletproof
 Hold on, hold tight, it's not your turn to die yet
 So long, goodnight, there's not always tomorrow
 Hold on, hold tight, it's not your turn to die yet
 So long, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Now it's your turn to die
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt
 
 Most men lead lives of quiet desperation
 Eventually, that desperation has to end
 But first, head back to the crucible
 Resistance will come to pass
 Now it's your turn to die
 Put you in the dirt, p-p-put you in the dirt
 Put you in the dirt, p-p-put you in the dirt
 Now it's your turn to die
 Put you in the dirt, p-p-put you in the dirt
 Put you in the dirt, p-p-put you in the dirt
 Now it's your turn to die