Super Tuesday

Super Tuesday
Martin, I've seen the ones you oughta bleed
They've been driving around in their big stylish cars well
I think they oughta feel your pain, yeah
I think they oughta 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 have to pay
He's gonna get his revenge
He's gonna crucify himself for the world's sins

His name was Atchet
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 have to pay
Somebody's gonna have to pay
He's gonna get his revenge
He's gonna crucify himself for the world's sweet sweet sins
His name was Atchet
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!\"