I guess some kids are just born with tragedy
in their blood
I try to wash this away
I wanna cleanse your veins

I can help you see the light out of your despair,
You tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair

I feel the malice in my veins
My heart swells with hatred in your name
And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue
You've still got Hell to look forward to

You've still got Hell
You've still got Hell
When you've still got Hell

I will dance on your grave
I will dance on your fucking grave
I will dance on your grave
I will dance on your grave

Oh, when you're blessed with a grave to call
your own
In my mind you'll be six feet closer to your home
Your eulogy will be music
Your eulogy will be music to my ears

Oh, yeah

I can help you to see light out of your despair,
You tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair

I feel the malice in my veins
And my heart swells with hatred in your name
And when you've got nothing to be black and blue
You've still got Hell
You've still got Hell to look forward to

Black and blue
Black and blue

I have never really fucking cared
She never fucking, had fucking air
I have never really fucking cared
Tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair
Let's go