Martin Atchet

Martin, I've seen the ones you ought a bleed

They've been driving around in their big stylish cars

Well, I think they ought a feel your pain, Yeah

I think they ought a wear your scars

'Cause what Ruby told you, well that was true

Now you better lace up those boots

'Cause only you know how it felt

when the pretty girls looked at you that way

And somebody is gonna haft a pay

He's gonna get his revenge

He's gonna crucify himself for the world's sins

His name was hatchet

He was one of them

He was one of them

He's coming through the swing door

He doesn't give a fuck no more

Cause no one ever gave a fuck about him

A horrible little monster born into a life of pain

The only way to relieve the hate

Justice in the upper tiers of the corporate class tonight

A little lesson on twisted wrongs and crooked rights

If he could write the headline in the paper the very next day it would read

violence works in mysterious ways

and somebody is gonna haft a pay

somebody's gonna haft a pay

He's gonna get his revenge

He's gonna crucify himself for the world's sweet sweet sins

His name was hatchet

He was one of them

He was a skin

Are you a messenger boy?

No, I'm the judge and jury

If you're gonna call the cops

you better fucking hurry

There's no use begging for your life

You made your choice and now you pay the price

you fucking bastards, bastards, bastard