Lyrics:

Danny:
Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite

Johnny 3 Tears:
Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the 4 door
44 and it's pointing at your window
Ain't a good shot here come 4 more
Getting hot so I play in snow
In a town made wicked
Made from these wicked things
See the dead on the cover of a magazine
I see my smile, it was born from amphetamines
Better duck, 'cause it's war on my enemies
Oh God, I think I lost it, oh no
Lost someone watch the rest go
A mad man when I'm mixed with soco
And who woulda thought a man could stick to solo
Now who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty
Putting holes in the hotel lobby
All you fake bitches are just another hobby
And I'll let you dig where I dump your body

Danny:
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 got something that will blow your mind, mind

Charlie Scene:
You know I got a grenade and it's got your name on it
I'm a spit on your grave and engrave a dick on it
People say I'm insane and to put the brakes on it
Let me buy you a drink how about a roofy gin and tonic
Yeah Charlie Scene seems to be so hated
It's just me being intoxicated
Because being sober is 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 a wait on the porch
You got nowhere to run to, so don't try hiding
'Cause I'm known to be like Jack Nicholson from the Shining
Yeah, I'm breaking your door down, so don't try fighting
Yeah, you got to keep them fed, or the dead keep biting

Danny:
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 got something that will blow your mind, mind

Danny:
Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head
And watch you as you take flight

J-Dog:
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 no need to pretend
That you're not afraid of meeting the undead
Red, red, rum when you look into these eyes
Say goodnight, 'cause it's almost your bedtime
Buckle up, 'cause it's time to fly
You got a first class ticket to Colombian neckties
Take a seat, you can sit in the front row
The voice in your head is just me in your headphones
Everybody know we're the devil's heroes
Come and get a ticket, follow me to the creep show

Danny:
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 got something that will blow your mind, mind

Danny:
Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head
And watch you as you take flight

Good night, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head
And watch you as you take flight