They came looking for trouble
But then they found me
Now you'd better off dead son
Than if you [bad word] with me
When the [bad word] crashing down
And your life turns to ash
I'm every [bad word] who give a [bad word] 
And sold your soul for [bad word] and cash

I am a nightmare
I am a nightmare stalking
The blessed dead

I'm gonna [bad word] up your head
And trample on your bones
You thought you'd hit [bad word] 
You'll wish you stayed at home
When you know the end is nigh
And all your dreams are dead
Just remember I'm the one
Who put bad thoughts in your head

The blessed dead
Gonna [bad word] you up

They came looking for action
But never bargained on me
Now they wish that they were dead
What a sad sight to see
When the [bad word] crashing down
And your life turns to ash
I'm every [bad word] who gives a [bad word] 
And sold your soul for [bad word] & cash