He had a cheap guitar
And he wrote this tune
It goes, "Somebody owes me something
It might as well be you"
Hey now
You're gonna get your blood s**ed out
He had a dirty mind
And he sent this note
It said, "We're gonna get some money for nothing
On every song you wrote"
Hey now
You're gonna get your blood s**ed out
You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
And I'll see you in hell before we're through
'Cause I got nothing to prove to you
He had a crooked eye
With a sideways glance
And thought, "I'll catch you in some twisted logic
And then I'll watch you dance"
Hey now
You're gonna get your blood s**ed out
Six billion people
Six billion ways (To do)
Six billion kinds of damage
That all feel the same
Hey now
You're gonna get your blood s**ed out
You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
And I'll see you in hell before we're through
'Cause I got nothing to prove to you
You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
And I'll see you in hell before we're through
'Cause I got nothing to prove
You're gonna get your blood s**ed out
You're gonna get your blood s**ed out
You're gonna get your blood s**ed out
You're gonna get your blood s**ed out