Pray (Put Em In the Dirt) - Hollywood Undead

Written By：Griffin Boice/Johnny 3 Tears

Born on the right side

Of the wrong side

I wear my f**king insides

On my outsides

You can see my heart beat

It beats right through

And till the day it stops

I'm gonna motherf**king persecute

Every single one of you

I'm not alone

I got the devil and he's coming too

Coming through to straight motherf**king bury you

Someone's gotta die and I'm f**king bulletproof

I'm f**king 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 house

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

Then the 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

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

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 motherf**king liars

It's the comedown

I know I gotta hold out

Can't f**king fold 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 living 'cause

It's the only motherf**king thing I got

'Cause I'm motherf**king three

And you're motherf**king not

I got a motherf**king gun

And the motherf**ker's cocked

And I'll put it to my head

Until a motherf**ker drops

So thankless

But he knew that he could take this

Everything then came apart

So one day he could make 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

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 put you in the dirt

Now it's your turn to die

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 motherf**king liars

It's the calm down I know I gotta hold out

Can't f**king 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 motherf**king thing I got

'Cause I'm only f**king three and you're motherf**king not

I got a motherf**king gun and the motherf**ker's cocked

And I'll point it at my head until a motherf**ker drops

So faithless but he knew that he could take this

Everything then came apart so one day he could make 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

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 put you in the dirt

Now it's your turn to d