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Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), The Hollywood Undead California Limited Partnership
Song language: English
We Own The Night |
Got the top down, gonna baptize you, bitches, 'cause you know you cop out |
Calm down, all you motherfuckers do is talk loud, you sold out |
And every single one of you is cold now |
My town, thirty-deep, about to fucking roll out |
Look alive as I light up the sky |
And pump up the 12-gauge and blow off your disguise |
No surprise, there ain't no compromise |
They dumbed up these motherfuckers, hit 'em straight in the eyes |
And the one-eyed man is king in the land of the blind |
It's told you wanna live forever, but today you will die, it's your time |
Here you lie as they crucify |
You're the boy who will cry, and I'm the wolf who'll get by |
And every single page is drawn in blood, can't you see? |
Front seats because you're triple six feet in the deep |
And I'll send you straight to the afterlife for fucking with me |
Hollywood to the death, Undead put you to sleep |
Can't fall, can't die |
Tonight we're so alive |
Sing it whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
We call, you rise |
With you, we never die |
Sing it whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
Broken words so often told |
If you wanna throw some blows |
We can go toe to toe |
Kick the door in, throw it open |
No one knows? |
I thought I told 'em |
Thought you had it, now you're choking |
People dropping, bodies folding |
Stay Undead, two coffins open |
Praying to that Holy Ghost |
He can't save you, there's no hope |
Looking through that barrel smoke |
Pull the trigger, let it go |
The game is done, set in the closer |
You can't sink down any lower |
We couldn't get any colder |
With these devils on our shoulders |
There's someone popping shots, now someone called the cops |
And when the dust settles, you know we gon' be on top |
Smoking till I'm under six feet on the dock |
Welcome to the jungle, we got beef on the block |
Charlie's rolling through your hood, Funny at his side |
Looking like a fucking pimp parade passing by |
And we hopping out the Jeep, if you fuckers wanna die |
Fucking with Undead is like committing suicide |
Can't fall, can't die |
Tonight we're so alive |
Sing it whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
We call, you rise |
With you, we never die |
Sing it whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
This time |
This time we will all rise |
All rise for the lost lives |
Lost lives for the last time |
For the last time, we will all rise |
For the last time, we will all rise |
For the last time, we will all rise |
For the last time, we will all rise |
Can't fall, can't die |
Tonight we're so alive |
Sing it whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
We call, you rise |
With you, we never die |
Sing it whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |
Whoa, we own the night |