Day of the Dead - Hollywood Undead
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Day of the Dead Lyrics
Hold on Holy Ghost.
Go on hold me close.
Better run here we come.
It's the day of the dead.
We come from a world of oblivion bad dreams.
I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring.
I'm not really bad I'm just made up of bad things.
I'm really not a mad man the voices keep asking.
Born with a soul that don't wanna be saved.
Everytime I look around I see what a fiend made.
Everytime I die I hope they're digging up my grave.
An undead one like the flag that I wave.
I'm not afraid to cross on this cocaine sickness.
I'm not afraid to die let the good book witness.
I ask and give none nope no forgiveness.
It's day of the dead and you're on our hit list.
So come all you misfits!
Bitch you're on our hit list!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
Go on hold me close.
Better run here we come.
It's the day of the dead!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
So long to the ones you know.
Better run here we come.
It's the day of the dead!
This is exactly what has to be done.
It happend so gradually.
It's like I magically happened to be this phantom that candidly.
Lets his dagger cut jaggedly.
While you're gasping so rapidly.
While you gag on this rag.
I see you're all laughing so happily.
It's okay to get startled and be afraid of the dark.
I'll just wait here to swallow your soul and tear you apart.
And I've already started there ain't no saving your heart.
This is the day of the dead this ain't no day in the park.
Here I come here I come down your guns and crossbows.
And run better run from the skull and crossbones.
The fun has begun yeah it's hard to swallow.
And when I'm done I ain't done 'cause it's hell that follows.
Now get ready for sorrow!
'Cause it's hell that follows!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
Go on hold me close.
Better run here we come.
It's the day of the dead!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
So long to the ones you know.
Better run here we come.
It's the day of the dead!
When the ashes start to rise.
And the moon falls from the sky.
And a thousand candles burn into the night.
When the angels softly cry.
On the plains below the sky.
Will a thousand souls still pray for you and I?
Hold on Holy Ghost.
Go on hold me close.
Better run here we come.
It's the day of the dead!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
Go on hold me close.
Better run here we come.
It's the day of the dead!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
So long to the ones you know.
Better run here we come.
It's the day of the dead!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
It's the day of the dead!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
It's the day of the dead!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
Here's to the damned!
It's the day of the dead!
Hold on Holy Ghost.
Here's to the damned!
It's the day of the dead!
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