You're twenty three and dead, that promise made will be kept
Our word is stern, step up here, you will learn
We'll see you soon mother fucker, we got plans for you
And it ain't just that it's the business end of a baseball bat
You ain't got away, you just made it through another day
And you ain't got a right to live
Took a boy from his brothers, a dad from his kid
A coward's way out
Punk with a gun
Took a life
Now you run
You ain't got away
We ain't far behind
There was a promise made
Now it's your time
Bringing your Hell, brought it down around yourself
Revenge now mine, not a question of if, it's just time
Will feel no remorse, holding bullets and pain for you, they're yours
Searching far and wide, even if you're caught we're on the inside
This is your end on a promise we made to a friend
But maybe you should live and feel the pain that you gave
The pain that I'll give
