Lyrics
A little lesson on twisted wrongs, he s coming through the swing door, cus what ruby told you
The only way to relieve the hate, he was a skin Is, i think they oughta wear your scars
he was one of them
He s gonna get his revenge, and somebody s gonna hafta pay, you better fucking hurry
Somebody s gonna have to pay, only you knew how it felt when the pretty girls looked at you that way Is, his name was atchet
I m the judge and jury, i m the judge and jury Atchet, and crooked rights
His name was atchet, cus what ruby told you
I think they oughta wear your scars, and crooked rights War, he s gonna crucify himself for the world s sweet sweet sins
I m the judge and jury, he don t give a fuck no more, he don t give a fuck no more
you better fucking hurry
I think they oughta wear your scars, he s coming through the swing door
I think they oughta feel your pain, the ones you oughta bleed Is, i m the judge and jury
He s gonna get his revenge, are you a messenger boy? Modern, he was one of them
he s gonna crucify himself for the world s sins
A little lesson on twisted wrongs, he was one of them x2 Martin, cus what ruby told you
In their big stylish cars, he s gonna crucify himself for the world s sins, you made your choice and now you pay the price
In their big stylish cars, he s gonna get his revenge, there s no use begging for your life
Now you better lace up those boots, you fucking bastards
his name was atchet
now you better lace up those boots
they ve been driving around
His name was atchet, violence works in mysterious ways Is, cause no one ever gave a fuck about him
You better fucking hurry, now you better lace up those boots, in their big stylish cars
The ones you oughta bleed, he was one of them
There s no use begging for your life, and crooked rights
and somebody s gonna hafta pay
They ve been driving around, he s gonna get his revenge
And crooked rights, are you a messenger boy?, if he could write the headline in the paper the very next day it would read
you better fucking hurry
justice in the upper tiers of the corporate class tonight
he don t give a fuck no more
Cause no one ever gave a fuck about him, he s gonna get his revenge
he don t give a fuck no more
he s coming through the swing door
There s no use begging for your life, violence works in mysterious ways
And crooked rights, his name was atchet
And crooked rights, if you re gonna call the cops, now you better lace up those boots
he was a skin
If he could write the headline in the paper the very next day it would read, i m the judge and jury, i m the judge and jury
If he could write the headline in the paper the very next day it would read, justice in the upper tiers of the corporate class tonight Modern, the ones you oughta bleed
I think they oughta wear your scars, they ve been driving around
he was a skin
He s gonna crucify himself for the world s sweet sweet sins, he was one of them x2
He was one of them, i think they oughta wear your scars
A horrible little monster born into a life of pain, they ve been driving around Is, his name was atchet
And crooked rights, are you a messenger boy?
you made your choice and now you pay the price
They ve been driving around, his name was atchet, he s coming through the swing door
You better fucking hurry, well that was true
He don t give a fuck no more, and crooked rights, you made your choice and now you pay the price
Cus what ruby told you, i think they oughta feel your pain Atchet, his name was atchet
If you re gonna call the cops, he s gonna get his revenge
You made your choice and now you pay the price, a horrible little monster born into a life of pain
he was one of them x2
