Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights Out, artist - Hollywood Undead. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lights Out |
| 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 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 lane |
| Let me see you dance, one from the AK |
| Bullshit, now he’s droppin' names |
| Who you know, what you do, it all sounds the same |
| A piece of advice: quit droppin' mine |
| You’ll be gone way 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’ma light your ass up 'cause 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 in all black, looking creepy |
| It’s Charlie Scene, this shit is way too easy |
| I’ma give it you quick, going 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 kind of sane person drops his own name? |
| What kind of sane person boos his own band offstage? |
| What kind of 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’ma cut your ass up like a line of coke |
| I’ma 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 |