Hollywood Undead - Lights Out paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Lights Out - Hollywood Undead



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 that don't ask questions
Dodging 'em bullets like a fucked up western
Drag you on a rope till you're choked out senseless
Kings are crowned, we're the best around
Got an underground army, yeah, we're holding it down
We built our base and what we found
It takes blood and sweat and always moving a crowd
No skill when you've gone the fast way
Let me see you dance, run from the AK
Bullshitting, though he's dropping names
Till you know: what you do, it all sounds the same
A piece of advice, quit dropping mine
You'll be gone way before it even hits 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'mma light your ass up 'cause you ain't got what it takes
Your crew is riding my nuts, they'll tell you how my dick tastes
Yeah, I'm shitfaced in all black, looking creepy
It's Charlie Scene, this shit is way too easy
I might give it to you quick, go straight to 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 kinda sane person drops his own name?
What kinda sane person boos his own band offstage?
What kinda sane person drops a verse like this?
These damn meds ain't working, I'm just too damn sick
Just you coming out here has got me provoked
Now I'mma cut your ass up like a line of coke
I'mma roll your crew up like a fat ass roach
And put you in my ashtray 'cause 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 wrong
It's lights out, your last song
The world has turned its face, you'll never learn
And it's true, you're dead wrong
It's 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
Who the fuck are you now? Who the fuck are you now?
Lights out



Writer(s): ALVAREZ DYLAN PETER, BUSEK MATTHEW, DECKER JOREL, MURILLO DANIEL, RAGAN GEORGE ARTHUR, TERRELL JORDON KRISTOPHER, GROSSE BEN B


Hollywood Undead - American Tragedy
Album American Tragedy
date de sortie
01-01-2010




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