Day Of The Dead
Hollywood Undead - Day Of The Dead
We come from a world of oblivion
I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring
I'm just made up of bad things
Born with a soul that don't wanna be saved
I hope they're digging up my grave
An Undead one like the flag that I wave
I'm not afraid to cry from this cocaine sickness
let the good book witness
and you're on our hit list
so long to the ones you know
This is exactly what has to be done
It's like I magically happened to be this phantom that cannot be
Let 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
there ain't no saving your heart
This is the day of the dead
this ain't no day in the park
grab your guns and crossbows
better run from the skull and crossbones
I ain't done 'cause it's hell that follows
'Cause it's hell that follows
so long to the ones you know
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 plains below the sky
Would a thousand souls still pray for you and I?
so long to the ones you know