Pray (Put 'Em In The Dirt)

Born on the right side of the wrong side
I wear my fucking insides on my outside
You can see my heart beat, it beats right through
Until 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 gotta die and 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 hearts and a body full of scars
And a broken down palace on a broken boulevard
And he was faithless, but he lived through all the hurt
‘Cause every time he did, he knew he got what he deserved
Had to hold onto the fire even if he had to burn
And the 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
A song for the nameless that’s ageless
Hold onto my hand, I’ll show scripture in these pages
Hold on, hold tight
It’s not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight
There’s always tomorrow
Hold on, hold tight
It’s not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Now it’s your time to die
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in 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 a choir
Telling the truth to you motherfucking liars
It’s the come down, I know 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 my heart every second that I breathe
So, Holy Ghost, hold me please
I don’t need these evil things
What are these songs that I’ll need?
I see this image when I dream
So I live in this and it’s the only motherfucking thing that I got
‘Cause I’m motherfucking 3 and you’re motherfucking not
Got a motherfucking gun and the motherfucker’s cocked
And I’ll put it to my head until I motherfucking drop
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 scripture in these pages
Hold on, hold tight
It’s not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight
There’s always tomorrow
Hold on, hold tight
It’s not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Now it’s your time to die
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Johnny 3 is gonna put in you in the dirt
Most men lead lives in quiet desperation
Eventually, that desperation had to end
But first, head back to the crucifix
The sentence will come to pass
Now it’s your time to die
Put you in the dirt, p-put you in the dirt
Put you in the dirt, p-put you in the dirt
Now it’s your time to die
Put you in the dirt, p-put you in the dirt
Put you in the dirt, p-put you in the dirt
Now it’s your time to die