You keep saying you've got something for me
Something you call pain but means d**h
You've been a wa*ker where you shouldn't be a wa*ker
And now is the time you will get the rest
These boots are made for torment and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna torture all of you
You keep talking when you oughta be noiseless
And you keep living when you should dying
You keep bleeding when you oughta bursting
Now what's dead is dead but you ain't been dead yet
These boots are made for torment and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna torture all of you
You keep nerving where you shouldn't be nerving
And you keep thinking that you´ll never get burnt
Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
And what you don´t know they will bring you to burn
These boots are made for torment and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna torture all of you
Are you ready boots? start torture!