So fuck your Bible and your Babel
Make a psalm into my dirty bomb
So dance, motherfucker, dance
Racing through red lights

I'm unstable, I'm not a show horse
I can't be bridled, of course
I'm outstanding, I'm unregretted
I got tattooed in reverse
Whoa, in reverse

You can't play this game and host all the pieces
Hold your breath and just wait
Someone else will pay for your sins
Not convinced by the cast to the same
My goddamned puppeteers

Whoa!
Whoa!

I'm unstable, I'm not a show horse
I can't be bridled, of course
I'm outstanding, unregretted
I got tattooed in reverse
Whoa, got tattooed in reverse
Whoa, in reverse

Your confession means nothing
So fuck your attrition
There ain't nothing in my hourglass
Just sands from the Dead Sea
And I'm aiming my weapon
And I'm aiming my weapon

Your confession means nothing
So fuck your attrition
There ain't nothing in my hourglass
Just sands from the Dead Sea
And I'm aiming my weapon

fuck your Bible and your Babel
Make a psalm into my dirty bomb
So dance, motherfucker, dance
Racing through red lights

So fuck your Bible and your Babel
Make a psalm into my dirty bomb
So dance, motherfucker, dance
Racing through red lights

I'm unstable, I'm not a show horse
I can't be bridled, of course
I'm outstanding, I'm unregretted
I got tattooed in reverse
I got tattooed in reverse

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): Brian Hugh Warner, Tyler Lee Bates