Dead Bite - Hollywood Undead

Good night sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the 4 door

Forty four 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

See my smile it was born from amphetamines

Better duck cause it's war on my enemies

Slow down cause I think I lost it oh no

Lost someone and watched the rest go

I'm a mad man when I'm mixed with Soco

Who would've thought a man could sink 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 got something that will blow your mind

You know I got a grenade and it's got your name on it

I'm a 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 about roofie gin and tonic

Yeah Charlie Scene seems to be so hated

It's just me being intoxicated

Cause being sober is 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'm a wait on the porch

You got nowhere to run to 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 got to keep them 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 got something that will blow your mind, mind

Good night sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a rope around your head

And watch you as you take flight

You better check twice, look under your bed

Turn on your night light and cover up your head

Cause we do exist and there's no need to pretend

That you're not afraid of meeting the undead

Red red rum when you look into these eyes

Say goodnight because it's almost your bedtime

Buckle up cause it's time to fly

You got a first class ticket to Colombian neckties

Take a seat, you can 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 got something that will blow your mind, mind

Good night sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a rope around your head

And watch you as you take flight

Good night sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a rope around your head

And watch you as you take flight