Well I'm back by popular disgust,
I got so much to give but I don't give a fuck,
Well I get my kicks from 666,
Get a juicy fix from a crucifix,
Straight from the grave and into your face,
I come staggering from my resting place,
I'm hell bent on having a life of sin,
I'm a rebel like the devil but I'm better than him.

I got sick of rotting away,
And now the dead will have their day,
Brought back to life to rebel,
I'm on a mother fucking mission to raise some hell!

Well I'm dead but I live to repulse,
I got a head full of bullet holes,
I'm never true and I'm always false,
I'm a rebel without a pulse.

I'm back and you ask what,
I'm rebelling against, I say what have you got?
Well I'm anti you don't be surprised,
I'm anti everything and anti Christ,
Cheer for the one you love to hate,
Two, four, six, eight decapitate,
Maybe it's just your unlucky day,
You're the stupid motherfucker that's in my way.

I got sick of rotting away,
And now the dead will have their day,
Brought back to life to rebel,
I'm on a mother fucking mission to raise some hell!

Well I'm dead but I live to repulse,
I got a head full of bullet holes,
I'm never true and I'm always false,
I'm a rebel without a pulse.

Heaven doesn't want me,
(No, no, no!)
And hell ain't got no vacancies,
So I'm here and I'm doing fine,
Just causing shit to pass a little time.

Well I'm dead but I live to repulse,
I got a head full of bullet holes,
I'm never true and I'm always false,
I'm a rebel without a pulse,
Well I'm dead but I live to repulse,
I got a head full of bullet holes,
I'm never true and I'm always false,
I'm a rebel without a pulse.