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