Hollywood Undead, Jeris Johnson All My Friends

All my friends like to play with monsters All my friends like to play with choppers You better pray for the ones you praise (Ah-ah-ah-ah) I ain't gonna say anything that matters Someday I gotta raise my standards I'm so lost looking for the answers I'm playing Zeppelin records backwards They wanna put a price on my repentance Offering the world if I sign their sentence Just don't say God or define your message Feed 'em pills, keep the violence present Blood used to hook up the kids to weapons Every chorus coated with a hidden message Push 'em off the road on the way to Heaven And fill 'em up with lies from a Smith & Wesson They seem to know my name everywhere I go They'll give me anything if I give them my soul I tried to run away, I tried to tell 'em no But I just got that vinnie that I love the show, (bitch!) All my friends like to play with monsters All my friends like to play with choppers You better pray for the ones you praise (Ah-ah-ah-ah) All my friends seek the holy water All my friends save your sons and daughters You better pray for the ones you praise (Ah-ah-ah-ah) A trip to purgatory To trade your blood for glory You pay the toll, some scraps of gold But the road you walk is lonely Bright lights and burning days Don't you know that they will fade? Another tragedy, a casualty Why can't you see the price is paid in full now?! They're gonna bleed you out! And then they take your heart and fucking tear it out! So can you see all the lies? The fame, the devil inside Living a life full of lies They only breathe out of pride These demons feed off your dreams Down on your hands and your knees Begging for shit that they need The devil makes you believe! All my friends like to play with monsters All my friends like to play with choppers You better pray for the ones you praise (Ah-ah-ah-ah) All my friends seek the holy water All my friends save your sons and daughters You better pray for the ones you praise (Ah-ah-ah-ah)