Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead b***
Johnny 3 and he's stepping in the front door,
44 and he's pointing at your window
Ain't a good shot? Here come four more
Getting hot so I'm playing this curse [yeah]
Get down made WKD, 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
Oh God I think I lost it all, no
Lost someone and watch the rest go
A madman with a mix, we're so cold
Who woulda thought I meant to take the solo?
And who was the guy from the Mossburg Shottie?
Putting holes in the hotel lobby
All your fake hitches are just another hobby
And now that you're dead we'll dump your body
Chorus:
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've got something that'll blow your mind away
You know we got a grenade, and it's got your name on it
I'm gonna spit on your grave and engrave a d*** on it
People say I'm insane and can put the brakes on it
Let me buy you a drink - how about a roofie, gin and tonic?
Yeah Charlie Scene seems to be so hated
It's just me being intoxicated
'Cause being sober's 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 gonna wait on the porch
You got nowhere to run to, so don't try hiding
'Cause I'm gonna be like Jack Nicholson from the Shining
Yeah I'm breaking your door down, so don't try fighting
You gotta keep them fed or the dead keep biting
Chorus
Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead b***
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 a need to pretend
That you're not afraid of me and the undead
... when you look into these eyes
Say goodnight 'cause there's so much to bedtime
Buckle up 'cause it's time to fly
You got a first-class ticket to Columbia 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
Someone get a ticket, follow me to the creep show!
Chorus
Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead b***
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight (x2)
Don't let the dead b***
Johnny 3 and he's stepping in the front door,
44 and he's pointing at your window
Ain't a good shot? Here come four more
Getting hot so I'm playing this curse [yeah]
Get down made WKD, 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
Oh God I think I lost it all, no
Lost someone and watch the rest go
A madman with a mix, we're so cold
Who woulda thought I meant to take the solo?
And who was the guy from the Mossburg Shottie?
Putting holes in the hotel lobby
All your fake hitches are just another hobby
And now that you're dead we'll dump your body
Chorus:
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've got something that'll blow your mind away
You know we got a grenade, and it's got your name on it
I'm gonna spit on your grave and engrave a d*** on it
People say I'm insane and can put the brakes on it
Let me buy you a drink - how about a roofie, gin and tonic?
Yeah Charlie Scene seems to be so hated
It's just me being intoxicated
'Cause being sober's 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 gonna wait on the porch
You got nowhere to run to, so don't try hiding
'Cause I'm gonna be like Jack Nicholson from the Shining
Yeah I'm breaking your door down, so don't try fighting
You gotta keep them fed or the dead keep biting
Chorus
Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead b***
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 a need to pretend
That you're not afraid of me and the undead
... when you look into these eyes
Say goodnight 'cause there's so much to bedtime
Buckle up 'cause it's time to fly
You got a first-class ticket to Columbia 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
Someone get a ticket, follow me to the creep show!
Chorus
Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead b***
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight (x2)