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
I 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 roofie, 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 wrap 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 me and 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 Columbian 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 wrap your head and watch you as you take flight
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don´t let the dead bite
Wrap a wrap around your head and watch you as you take flight