It's not my imagination i've got a gun on my back! promises you made never become fact we're gonna get revenge you won't know what hit you we're tired of being screwed don't tell me about tomorrow don't tell me what i'll get i can't think of progress when just around the corner there's a bed of cold pavement waiting for me revenge! i'll watch you bleed revenge! that's all i'll need i won't cry if you... die! die! we're gonna get revenge you won't know what hit you we're tired of being screwed revenge! revenge!