Текст песни Pray (put em in the dirt) (Hollywood Undead) с переводом

Born on the right side of the wrong side

I wear my fucking insides on my outsides

You can see my heartbeat, it beats right through

And till the day it stops, I’m gonna motherfucking persecute!

Every single one of you

I’m not alone, I got the devil, and he’s coming too

Coming through to straight motherfucking bury you

Someone’s gotta die and I’m fucking 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 palace 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

Any 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

It’s a song for the nameless, that’s ageless

Hold onto my hand, I’ll show you scripture in these pages

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 motherfucking liars

Listen, calm down, I know I gotta hold out

Can’t fucking fall down, he 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 motherfucking thing I got

'Cause I’m motherfucking Three, and you’re motherfucking not

I got a motherfucking gun, and the motherfucker’s cocked

And I’ll point it to my head until I motherfucking drop

So thankless, but he knew that he could take this

Everything then came apart so one day he could make this

It’s a song for the nameless, that’s ageless

Hold onto my hand, I’ll show you scripture in these pages

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 crucible

The resistance will come to pass

Now it’s your time to die

Put you in the dirt

Put you, put you in the dirt

Put you in the dirt

Put you, put you in the dirt

Now it’s your time to die

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