Pray - Hollywood Undead

Born on the right side of the wrong side

I wear my fucking insides on my outsides

You can see my heartbeat, it beats right through

And till the day it stops I’m gonna motherfucking persecute!

Every single one of you, another loon

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

(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 stars

In a broke down house on a broken boulevard

And he was strengthless, but he lived 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

Then 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, the same tricks

Hold up to 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 then heat the pyre

And each of you now is the devil, admire

Everything ends like a voice in the choir

Telling the truth to you motherfucking liars

It’s the calm down, 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 needful things

What are these songs that I’ll need?

I see this image when I dream

So I’m in this and it’s the only motherfucking thing I got

'Cause I’m only fucking Three and you’re motherfucking not

I got a motherfucking gun and the motherfucker’s cocked

And I’ll point it at my head until a 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, the same tricks

Hold up to 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 in quiet desperation

Eventually, that desperation has 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, put you in the dirt

Now it’s your turn to die

Put you in the dirt, put you in the dirt, put you in the dirt

Now it’s your turn to die