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WRITING / PRODUCTION CREDITS
Written by Johnny 3 Tears
Co-Written by Griffin Boice
Produced by Griffin Boice
Guitar by Danny Lohner & Griffin Boice
Bass by Danny Lohner
Piano & Strings by Griffin Boice
Drums by Tommy Lee
Mixed by Dan Lancaster
Mix Assistant: Rhys May
Mastered by Brian “Big Bass” Gardner
Mastered at Brian Gardner Mastering - Hollywood, CA
Recorded at Music & Motion (Venice, CA) in 2017
Released on October 27, 2017
Published by © 2017 BMG Platinum Songs (BMI) / © 2017 Griffin Boice Music/EMI Blackwood Inc. (BMI)
LYRICS
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
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
I'm fucking bulletproof
Let me tell you story, it's about a little kid
Who never really understood much of anything he did
And 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
(They're bulletproof)
Hold on, hold tight
It's not your turn to die yet
So long, good night
There's not always tomorrow
Hold on, hold tight
It's not your turn to die yet
So long, good night
Good night, good night
Johnny 3's gonna put you in the dirt
Johnny 3's gonna put you in the dirt
Johnny 3's gonna put you in the dirt
Now is your time to die
Johnny 3's gonna put you in the dirt
Johnny 3's gonna put you in the dirt
Johnny 3's gonna put you in the dirt
Johnny 3's 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 a choir
Telling the truth to you, motherfucking liars
Listen, calm down
I know I gotta hold out
Can't fucking fall down
The 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 a motherfucking Three, and you're motherfucking not
I got a motherfucking gun, and the motherfucker's cocked
And I'll point