Just how much do they call me their friend?
If only they knew how being me has been
No one will think twice when I come outside
Although yesterday was the day I died

Every day I get to see death a-comin’ straight at me
But once I think I’m really dead, I wake up in my same old bed
Sometimes I ring at heaven’s bell, sometimes I see the gates of hell
And everyday it’s all the same, and when somebody calls my name
They don’t remember that I died, and I die more a bit inside
If you don’t care, you got it backwards
It’s not who killed me. You’re the bastards.

I’ve been to hell and back with these guys
Been shot, been stabbed, had rats eat my eyes
I’m like, “hey dudes, you act like you don’t know
Before, you saw my organs on the road”

The first time was nice but now I wake and curse
Too much getting stabbed in the back fucking hurts
I die and I come back to life on a whim
Just like Jesus did, but people noticed him

Every day I get to see death a-comin’ straight at me
But once I think I’m really dead, I wake up in my same old bed
Sometimes I ring at heaven’s bell, sometimes I see the gates of hell
And everyday it’s all the same, and when somebody calls my name
They don’t remember that I died, and I die more a bit inside
If you don’t care, you got it backwards
It’s not who killed me. You’re the bastards.

Oh my god, they killed Kenny (You bastards)
Oh my god, they killed Kenny (You bastards)
Oh my god, they killed Kenny (You bastards)
Oh my god, they killed Kenny (You bastards)