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