Hollywood Undead - Pray (Put ’Em in the Dirt) lyrics

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 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
And 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 he did
He knew he got what he deserved
Had to hold up to the fire
Even if he had to burn
Maybe the pain became the only way
That he could ever learn

So faithless
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 fall down
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 need?
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 the motherfucker drops

So faithless
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 time 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, come back to that crucifix
'Cause that sentence will come to pass

Now it's your time 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 time 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 time to die