Undead

Lyrics

Undead!

Undead!

Undead!

Undead!

Undead!

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And no, I don't give a

Fuck what you think and say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And no, I don't give a

Fuck what you think and say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

Now I see that mother

Fucker writing on the wall

When you see, J-3-T, 30 deep he's down to brawl

Fuck those haters I see,

Cause I hate that you breathe,

I see you duck, you little punk,

You little fucking disease,

I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,

The Boulevard, brass knuckles

In the back of the car,

Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs, we never go far,

And when you see us mother fucker's,

Better know who we are.

I got one thing to say

To punk asses who hate,

Mother fucker's who don't know what,

You better watch what you say.

From these industry fucks,

To these fagot ass punks,

You don't know what it takes,

To get this mother fucking drunk.

I'm already loud maybe,

It's a little too late,

Johnny's taking heads off,

Of all the fagots who hate,

Cause I am God mother fucker

And there's a price to pay,

Get out my gun, mother fucker

And it's judgment day!

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And no, I don't give a

Fuck what you think and say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And no, I don't give a

Fuck what you think and say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

I'm getting used to this nuisance,

And all the fags who bad mouth this music,

How fucking stupid and foolish

Of you to think you can do this,

You cowards can't, you never will,

Don't even try to pursue it.

I took the chance, I played the pill,

I nearly died for this music.

You make me wanna run around,

Pulling my guns out and shit,

Your tempting me to run my mouth,

And call you out on this bitch,

How ignorant you gotta be,

To believe any of this,

You need to slit your wrist,

Get pissed and go jump off a bridge,

What? You can't see the

Sarcasm in the verses I spit?

What? You think I just got lucky

And didn't work for this shit?

Bitch. I've been working at

This ever since I was a kid,

I played a million empty shows

To only family and friends.

What kind of person can

Dis a band that deserves to get big?

I hate to be that person when

My verse comes out of the kid's lips.

That shits as worse as it gets.

This verse is over, I quit.

Signed Charlie Scene

On your girlfriend's tits.

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And no, I don't give a

Fuck what you think and say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And no, I don't give a

Fuck what you think and say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

White boys with tattoos,

We are pointing right at you,

We are breaking everything,

R-rowdy like a classroom, pack of wolves,

Cause we don't follow the rules,

And when you're running your mouth,

Our razor blades come out,

Why you always pressing?

You know I'm never stressing,

With fucking DMS,

J-Johnny to my left,

Got Phantom and the rest,

Who are down there at the west,

A grew up by drive-by's and LA gang signs,

So what the fuck do you

Know about being a gangsta?

What the fuck do you know

About being in danger?

You ain't doing this,

So you know your just talking shit.

Mad at all the boys because

Every song is a fucking hit.

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And no, I don't give a

Fuck what you think and say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And no, I don't give a

Fuck what you think and say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

Mother fucking time to ride,

(Ride) (Undead!)

See you duck when we drive by,

(By) (Undead!)

Mother fucking time to ride,

(Ride) (Undead!)

Why don't you punks just die (die),

(Die) (Undead!)

By: Hollywood Undead