Pray (put 'em In The Dirt) Lyrics - 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!) 

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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 

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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