You keep saying you've got something for me Something you call pain but means d**h You've been a wa*ker where you shouldn't be a wa*ker And now is the time you will get the rest These boots are made for torment and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna torture all of you You keep talking when you oughta be noiseless And you keep living when you should dying You keep bleeding when you oughta bursting Now what's dead is dead but you ain't been dead yet These boots are made for torment and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna torture all of you You keep nerving where you shouldn't be nerving And you keep thinking that you´ll never get burnt Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah And what you don´t know they will bring you to burn These boots are made for torment and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna torture all of you Are you ready boots? start torture!