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