Hollywood Undead

Day Of The Dead

Day Of The Dead, 3m 55sec

Day Of The Dead
  • Day Of The Dead

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Hollywood Undead

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
Every time I look around I see what a fiend made
Every time I die, I hope they digging up my grave
An undead one like the flag that I wave
I�m not afraid to cry from this cocaine sickness
I�m not afraid to die, let the good book witness
I ask and give none, nope, no forgiveness
The 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 happened so gradually
It�s like I magically happened to be the phantom that cannot be
Lets this dagger cut jaggedly
While you're gasping so rapidly
While you gag on this rag
I see you 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 is ain't no day in the park
Here I come, here I come, grab your guns and crossbows
And run, better run from the skull and crossbones
The fun has begun, yeah, it�s hard to swallow
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 flames below the sky
Would 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)
It�s the day of the dead
(Hold on, Holy Ghost)
It�s the day of the dead

Written by GRIFFIN BOICE
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

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