Hollywood Undead Song Book

Black Delilah

Johnny 3 Tears:

I loved you, you made me, hate me

You gave me hate, see?

It saved me, and these tears are deadly

You feel that? I rip back

Every time you tried to steal that

You feel bad? You feel sad?

"I'm sorry?" Hell no, fuck that

It was my heart, it was my life

It was my start, it was your knife

This strife, it dies

This life and these lies

And these lungs have sung this song for too long

And it's true, I hurt too

Remember, I loved you

Deuce:

I've lost it all

Fell today, it's all the same

I'm sorry, oh, sorry

I'm sorry, no, no

I've been abused

I feel so used because of you

I'm sorry, oh, sorry

I'm sorry, no, no

J-Dog:

I wish I could have quit you

I wish I never missed you

And told you that I loved you

Every time I fucked you

The future that we both drew

And all the shit we've been through

Obsessed with the thought of you

The pain just grew and grew

How could you do this to me?

Look at what I made for you

It never was enough

And the world is what I gave to you

I used to be lovestruck

Now I'm just fucked up

Pull up my sleeves

And see the pattern of my cuts

Deuce:

I've lost it all

Fell today, it's all the same

I'm sorry, oh, sorry

I'm sorry, no, no

I've been abused

I feel so used because of you

I'm sorry, oh, sorry

I'm sorry, no, no

Deuce & J-Dog:

Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest

And your tears are dried up now, you just lay without a sound

Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest

And my fears are over now, I can leave with my head down

Deuce:

I've lost it all

Fell today, it's all the same

I'm sorry, oh, sorry

I'm sorry, no, no

I've been abused

I feel so used because of you

I'm sorry, oh, sorry

I'm sorry, no, no

Sorry

J-Dog:

I used to be lovestruck, now I'm just fucked up

Deuce:

Sorry

J-Dog:

Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts

Deuce:

Sorry

Sorry

J-Dog:

I used to be lovestruck, now I'm just fucked up

Deuce:

Sorry

J-Dog:

Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts

Deuce:

Sorry

I'm sorry, no