Goodnight, sleep tight,
Don't let the dead bite.
Johnny 3, and he's dipping in the four door.
44 and it's pointing at your window.
Ain't a good shot, here come four more.
Getting hot, so I play in the snow.
In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things.
See the dead on the cover of a magazine.
See my smile, it was born from amphetamines.
Better duck, 'cause it's war on my enemies.
Oh, God, think I lost it oh no.
Lost some and wanna watch the rest go.
A mad man when I'm mixed with Soco.
Who would've thought a man could sink to so low?
Now, who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty?
Putting holes in the hotel lobby!
All you fake bitches are just another hobby!
And I'll let you dig, where I dump your body.
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind.
You know I got a grenade, and it's got your name on it.
I'ma spit on your grave and engrave a dick on it.
People say I'm insane and to put the brakes on it,
Let me buy you a drink, how 'bout a roofy, gin and tonic?
Yeah, Charlie Scene seems to be so hated.
It's just me being intoxicated.
'Cause being sober's so overrated.
Hollywood Undead, what have you created?
I know that we have never really met before,
But, tell me, does this rag smell like chloroform?
You know that I'm the reason people lock their doors,
But, I got nothing but time, so, I'ma wait on the porch.
You got nowhere to run too, so, don't try hiding.
'Cause I'm known to be like Jack Nicholson from The Shining.
Yeah, I'm breaking your door down, so, don't try fighting.
Yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed, or the dead keep biting!
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind.
Goodnight, sleep tight,
Don't let the dead bite.
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight.
You better check twice, look under your bed.
Turn on your nightlight, cover up your head.
'Cause we do exist, and there's no need to pretend,
That you're not afraid of meeting the Undead!
Red, red rum, when you look into these eyes.
Say goodnight, 'cause it's almost your bedtime.
Buckle up, 'cause it's time to fly.
You got a first-class ticket to Colombian Neckties.
Take a seat, you could sit in the front row.
The voice in your head is just me in your headphones.
Everybody knows that we're the devil's heroes.
Come and get a ticket, follow me to the creep show.
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind.
Goodnight, sleep tight,
Don't let the dead bite.
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight.
Goodnight, sleep tight,
Don't let the dead bite.
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight.
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PoesiaThis book is filled with song lyrics written by bands like Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, Three Doors Down, Skillet, and Hollywood Undead. I will try to add three chapters a day. Sometimes more. For those who love music, check this out!
