Hollywood Undead

Lights Out

Hollywood Undead

American Tragedy


Lights out
You're talking too loud
So just shut your mouth
Who the fuck are you now?
Lights out
Can you feel it now?
We're calling you out
Who the fuck are you now?

Lifestyles of the young and the reckless
Checked in the real world
And don't ask questions
Dodging those bullets like a fucked up western
Drag you on a road till you're choked out senseless

Kings are crowned
We're the best around
Got an underground army,
Yeah we holding it down

We built our base and we found
It takes blood and sweat
And always moving a crowd
No skill when you going the fast way
Let me see you dance one from the AK
Bullshit, now he's coughing names

Who you know, what you do
It all sounds the same
A piece of advice,

Quit dropping mine
You'll be gone before it even is your time
Like a stripper in a cage making minimum wage
You'll be gone like a dollar bill hitting the stage

Lights out!
You're talking too loud!
So just shut your mouth!
Who the fuck are you now?!

Lights out!
Can you feel it now?!
We're calling you out
Who the fuck are you now?!

I don't like you round suckers
You ain't got what it takes
Your crew's riding my nuts
They'll tell you how my dick tastes

Yeah, I'm shitfaced
And all black, looking creepy
It's Charlie Scene
This shit is way too easy
I'mma give it to you quick
Go straight for your throat
Or put the burner in your mouth
And turn you into a ghost
All these people making music with nothing to show
Who doesn't have a band?
Shit, I don't know!

What kind of sane person drives his own name?
What kind of sane person boos his own band off stage?
What kind of sane person drops a verse like this?
These damn meds ain't workin

I'm just too damn sick
Just you coming out here
It's got me provoked

Now I'mma cut your ass up like a line of coke
I'mma roll your crew up like a fatass roll
And put you in my ashtray
Because you just got smoked

Lights out!
You're talking too loud!
So just shut your mouth!
Who the fuck are you now?!

Lights out!
Can you feel it now?!
We're calling you out
Who the fuck are you now?!

Another classic case,
You crash and burn

(And it's true You're dead, now!
its lights out your last song)

The world has turned it's face
You'll never learn

(And it's true, You're dead, bro
its lights out your last song)

Walls closing in, they're falling down

Lights out!
You're talking too loud!
So just shut your mouth!
Who the fuck are you now?!

Lights out!
Can you feel it now?!
We're calling you out
Who the fuck are you now?!

Lights out!
Can you feel it now?!
We're calling you out
Who the fuck are you now?!

Lights out!
You're talking too loud!
So just shut your mouth
Who the fuck are you now?!
Who the fuck are you now?!

Lights out!

por Renan Sgorlom
Compositores: Ben B Grosse (ASCAP), Daniel Murillo (BMI), Dylan Peter Alvarez (Funny Man) (BMI), George Arthur Ragan (BMI), Jordon Kristopher Terrell (BMI), Jorel Decker (BMI), Matthew Alexis Busek (Kurlzz da) (BMI)Editor: Songs Of Octone (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #5254295 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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