Hollywood Undead Song Book

Apologize

Danny:

We don't apologize

And that's just the way it is

But we can harmonize

Even if we sound like shit

Don't try to criticize

You bitches better plead the fifth

We've been idolized

Role models for all the kids

(For all the kids)

J-Dog:

You heard us before, but that was just a little sample

We're back for more here to set a worse example

Chop it up, white stuff, let's begin

Big wolves lining up and scoring little pigs

Still drunk and we're doing it again

With a huff and a puff I'm blowing birds on your shit

Learn it out, pitch black grin, still white skin

You know I'm hard to kill, but real I'm moving in

I'm putting 22 down while I'm puking up blood

You know I'm here to stay, well, fuck, I'm gonna die young

Now my posse's getting big and my posse's getting bigger

It's 188 minus one, you know the figure

Danny:

We don't apologize

And that's just the way it is

But we can harmonize

Even if we sound like shit

Don't try to criticize

You bitches better plead the fifth

We've been idolized

Role models for all the kids

(For all the kids)

Charlie Scene:

It's easy to be drunk when it's hard to be sober

I'mma steal your leased rover and pull police over

I'm a mean smoker, who reeks of weed odor

Certified street soldier, devil on your teen's shoulder

Don't invite Scene over, he pees at sleepovers

He asked your sister out just so that he could cheat on her

What a creep loner, shit, I couldn't sink lower

You just got a mean boner from a Charlie Scene poster

If I'm popping a wheelie, it's 'cause I'm jacking your bike

Got my middle finger raised as I'm running red lights

I'm known to punch 'em in the dick at the end of a fight

And I never say I'm sorry at the end of the night

Danny:

We don't apologize

And that's just the way it is

But we can harmonize

Even if we sound like shit

Don't try to criticize

You bitches better plead the fifth

We've been idolized

Role models for all the kids

(For all the kids)

Johnny 3 Tears:

So many dollars stuffed in my wallet

Chain so bling, yeah, you know that I'm a balla

We can take the blame, 'cause your parents don't wanna

They roll their blunts with your marijuana

How can I run when the pigs got a chopper?

I got a gun but they got a lotta

Shooting at the sky with a mother fucking sawed off

God bless a Catholic, forgive me, father

Now what's a man to do when another holds a Bible?

Vatican's suing me, holding me liable

Reflections of a kid and they call him suicidal

Dead beat, such a sinner, but we call him a child

How can you blame him a play ground they're dealing?

The mother still buying and the father still preaching

And now it's up to me, 'cause no one's gonna teach him

Now nobody, nobody needs 'em

Danny:

We don't apologize

And that's just the way it is

But we can harmonize

Even if we sound like shit

Don't try to criticize

You bitches better plead the fifth

We've been idolized

Role models for all the kids

(For all the kids)