If you're five-five-five then I'm six-six-six. If you're five-five-five then I'm six-six-six. If you're five-five-five then I'm six-six-six. This song is called the Heretic Anthem
(Eight-seven-six-six-six-five-four-three-two-one, zero)
Let me those fucking devil horns in the air, yeah..!
[Verse 1]
I'm a pop star threat, and I'm not dead yet
Got a super dread bet with an angel drug head
Like a dead beat winner, I wanna be a sinner
An idolized bang for the industry killer
A hideous man that you don't understand
Throw a suicide party, and I'm guaranteed to fucking snap
It's evilsonic, it's pornoholic
Breakdowns, obscenities, it's all I wanna be
[Chorus: Corey Taylor, Clown & Chris Fehn]
If you're five-five-five, then I'm six-six-six
If you're five-five-five, I'm six-six-six
Come on Phoenix, come on
But if you're five-five-five, I'm six-six-six
What's it like to be a heretic?
If you're five-five-five, then I'm six-six-six
What's it like to be a heretic?
[Verse 2: Corey Taylor]
Everybody's so infatuated
Everybody's so completely sure of what we are
Everybody defamates from miles away
But face to face, they haven't got a thing to say
I bleed for this, and I bleed for you
Still, you look in my face like I'm somebody new
Toy, nobody wants anything I've got
Which is fine because you're made of everything I'm not
(Eight-seven-six-six-six-five-four-three-two-one, zero)
Let me those fucking devil horns in the air, yeah..!
[Verse 1]
I'm a pop star threat, and I'm not dead yet
Got a super dread bet with an angel drug head
Like a dead beat winner, I wanna be a sinner
An idolized bang for the industry killer
A hideous man that you don't understand
Throw a suicide party, and I'm guaranteed to fucking snap
It's evilsonic, it's pornoholic
Breakdowns, obscenities, it's all I wanna be
[Chorus: Corey Taylor, Clown & Chris Fehn]
If you're five-five-five, then I'm six-six-six
If you're five-five-five, I'm six-six-six
Come on Phoenix, come on
But if you're five-five-five, I'm six-six-six
What's it like to be a heretic?
If you're five-five-five, then I'm six-six-six
What's it like to be a heretic?
[Verse 2: Corey Taylor]
Everybody's so infatuated
Everybody's so completely sure of what we are
Everybody defamates from miles away
But face to face, they haven't got a thing to say
I bleed for this, and I bleed for you
Still, you look in my face like I'm somebody new
Toy, nobody wants anything I've got
Which is fine because you're made of everything I'm not
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