Basket Case (Complete Original Album)

Day of The Dead (cover of Hollywood Undead)

[Charlie Scene:]

Hold on, Holy Ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

[Johnny 3 Tears:]

We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams

I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring

I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things

I'm really not a mad man, the voices keep asking

Born with a soul that don't wanna be saved

Every time I look around I see what a fiend made

Every time I die, I hope they digging up my grave

An undead one like the flag that I wave

I'm not afraid to cry from this cocaine sickness

I'm not afraid to die, let the good book witness

I ask and give none, nope, no forgiveness

The day of the dead and you're on our hit list

So come all you misfits

Bitch, you're on our hit list

[Danny:]

Hold on, Holy Ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, Holy Ghost

So long to the ones you know

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

[Charlie Scene:]

This is exactly what has to be done, it happened so gradually

It's like I magically happened to be the phantom that cannot be

Lets this dagger cut jaggedly

While you're gasping so rapidly

While you gag on this rag

I see you all laughing so happily

It's okay to get startled and be afraid of the dark

I'll just wait here to swallow your soul and tear you apart

And I've already started, there ain't no saving your heart

This is the day of the dead, this is ain't no day in the park

Here I come, here I come, grab your guns and crossbows

And run, better run from the skull and crossbones

The fun has begun, yeah, it's hard to swallow

When I'm done, I ain't done, cause it's hell that follows

Now get ready for sorrow,

Cause it's hell that follows

[Danny:]

Hold on, Holy Ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, Holy Ghost

So long to the ones you know

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

[Danny:]

When the ashes start to rise

And the moon falls from the sky

And a thousand candles burn into the night

When the angels softly cry

On the flames below the sky

Would a thousand souls still pray for you and I?

Hold on, Holy Ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, Holy Ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, Holy Ghost

So long to the ones you know

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead