Purple Hell - 45 Lyrics

I spit on your grave, they'll have nightmares about you
You were an idol they praised, now you're a villain they'd like to...
To watch you burn at the stake, watch you light up the night, you
You scream through the flames, I spit on your grave
Are you afraid of the rain? Terrified it might melt you
A day to honor the brave, somehow you make it about you
Now there's a child in a cage because some policy you pushed through
One day he'll escape and he'll spit on your grave
Do yourself a favor
One bullet, six chambers
Do yourself a favor
One bullet, six chambers
Do yourself a favor
One bullet, six chambers
Do yourself a favor
One bullet, six chambers
I spit on your grave, they'll have nightmares about you
You were an idol they praised, now you're a villain they'd like to...
To watch you burn at the stake, watch you light up the night, you
You scream through the flames, I spit on your grave
45, 45, do yourself a favor
45, 45, one bullet, six chambers
45, 45, do yourself a favor
45, 45, one bullet, six chambers
45, 45, do yourself a favor
45, 45, one bullet, six chambers
45, 45, do yourself a favor
45, 45, one bullet, six chambers