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
And 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 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 heart
And a body full of scars
In a broke 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
Any 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
It’s 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!
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 needful things
What are these songs
That I’ll need?
I see this image
When I dream
So I’m living ‘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 point 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!
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 in quiet desperation
Eventually, that desperation has to end
But first, head back to the crucible
Resistance will come to pass