Well, you never were that cool
I felt bad that I didn't help, that's true
Oh, but I'm sure that you have moved on
And you have a hoard of nasty hooks and stuff

'Cause in those school days, you were put right through hell
No time to learn how to fight for yourself
All those exams and curriculars swelled
Much later is when revenge will go well

I hope you're somewhere slayin', slayin'
I hope that blood is sprayin', sprayin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I hope those bullies weep (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) before they all bleed (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Slayin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

It's hard to feel real bad
When the asshole guys all end up dead
So if you find it real fun
To rip their stomach out and skip-rope with their guts
Force-feed them poison with a hose, oh
Whatever strikes you, should find a gimmick all your own
Use things blunter, bring real pain, oh-oh-oh
When you're finished, none could recognise their face

Hope you've got ways to get rid of the smell (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I've heard dealin' with blood stains ain't swell (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
But I'm still certain you're gonna excel (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
At puttin' those pricks straight down into hell (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

I hope you're somewhere slayin', slayin'
I hope their skin is flayin', flayin'
I hope you make 'em freak, screwed 'cause of that "geek"
Slayin'

Oh, sometimes (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) I lay awake at night, oh (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Afraid (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) that you will take my advice (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh-oh-oh (I may), I may then find that means that I'm a loose end
I'm prayin' your targets won't extend (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

I hope you're somewhere slayin', slayin'
I hope they're all decayin', layin'
I hope you wear a sweet mask while they all bleed
Slayin'