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Hollywood Undead - Lights Out [Lyrics]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Programming
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Da Kurlzz
Da Kurlzz
Vocals
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Lead Vocals
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Vocals
J-Dog
J-Dog
Vocals
John 5
John 5
Guitar
Will Hunt
Will Hunt
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Songwriter
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Matthew Busek
Matthew Busek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Miller
Jeremy Miller
Assistant Engineer
Paul Pavao
Paul Pavao
Engineer

Lyrics

Lights out, you're talking too loud So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We're calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Lifestyles of the young and the reckless Checked in the real world that don't ask questions Dodging 'em bullets like a fucked up western Drag you on a rope till you're choked out senseless Kings are crowned, we're the best around Got an underground army, yeah, we're holding it down We built our base and what we found It takes blood and sweat and always moving a crowd No skill when you've gone the fast way Let me see you dance, run from the AK Bullshitting, though he's dropping names Till you know: what you do, it all sounds the same A piece of advice, quit dropping mine You'll be gone way before it even hits your time Like a stripper in a cage making minimum wage You'll be gone like a dollar bill hitting the stage Lights out, you're talking too loud So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We're calling you out, who the fuck are you now? I'mma light your ass up 'cause you ain't got what it takes Your crew is riding my nuts, they'll tell you how my dick tastes Yeah, I'm shitfaced in all black, looking creepy It's Charlie Scene, this shit is way too easy I might give it to you quick, go straight to your throat Or put the burner in your mouth and turn you into a ghost All these people making music with nothing to show Who doesn't have a band? Shit, I don't know What kinda sane person drops his own name? What kinda sane person boos his own band offstage? What kinda sane person drops a verse like this? These damn meds ain't working, I'm just too damn sick Just you coming out here has got me provoked Now I'mma cut your ass up like a line of coke I'mma roll your crew up like a fat ass roach And put you in my ashtray 'cause you just got smoked Lights out, you're talking too loud So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We're calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Another classic case, you crash and burn And it's true, you're dead wrong It's lights out, your last song The world has turned its face, you'll never learn And it's true, you're dead wrong It's lights out, your last song Walls closing in, they're falling down Lights out, you're talking too loud So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We're calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We're calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, you're talking too loud Who the fuck are you now? Who the fuck are you now? Lights out
Writer(s): Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, Daniel Murillo, Ben B. Grosse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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