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, Ill kick the fucking chair
I feel the malice in my veins
My heart swells with hatred in your name
And when youve got nothing to turn black and blue
Youve still got Hell to look forward to
Youve still got Hell, youve still got Hell
And youve 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 youre blessed with a grave to call your own
In my mind, youll be six feet closer to your home
Your eulogy will be music
Your eulogy will be music to my ears
Oh, YA
Oooh, AAAAIYY!
I can help you see the light out of your despair
You tie the rope, Ill kick the fucking chair
 I feel the malice in my veins
My heart swells with hatred in your name
And when youve got nothing to make black and blue
Youve still got Hell, youve still got Hell to look forward to
Black and blue
Black and blue
I have never really fucking cared
Tie the rope, I’ll kick the fucking chair
I have never really fucking cared
Tie the rope, Ill kick the fucking chair, lets go