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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Da Kurlzz
Da Kurlzz
Vocals
Danny Lohner
Danny Lohner
Programming
Deuce
Deuce
Keyboards
Funny Man
Funny Man
Vocals
J-Dog
J-Dog
Vocals
Josh Freese
Josh Freese
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Daisley
Bob Daisley
Songwriter
Aaron Erlichman
Aaron Erlichman
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
John Osborne
John Osborne
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Randy Rhoads
Randy Rhoads
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Producer
Deuce
Deuce
Producer
Danny Lohner
Danny Lohner
Producer
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Paul Pavao
Paul Pavao
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Billy Howerdel
Billy Howerdel
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Undead! (Undead) Undead! (Undead) Undead! (Undead) Undead! (Undead) Undead! You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead! You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Look up and see that motherfuckin' writing on the wall When you see J3T thirty deep, he's down to brawl Fuck all haters I see 'cause I hate that you breathe I see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease I got HU tatted on the front of my arms The boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car 'Cause we drunk-drive Cadillacs, we never go far But when you see us, motherfuckers, better know who we are I got one thing to say to punk-asses who hate Motherfuckers don't know, but you better watch what you say From these industry fucks to these faggot-ass punks You don't know what it takes to get this motherfucking drunk I'm already loud, maybe it's a little too late Johnny's taking heads off of all faggots who hate 'Cause I'm like God, motherfucker, there's a price to pay Yeah, I'm a God, motherfucker, and it's Judgment Day Undead! You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead! You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway I'm getting used to this nuisance of fags who badmouth this music How fucking stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this You cowards can't, you never will, don't even try to pursue it I took the chance, I played the bill, l nearly died for this music You make me wanna run around pulling my guns out and shit You're tempting me to run my mouth and call you out on this, bitch How ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this You need to slit your wrist, get pissed, and go jump off a bridge What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses l spit? What? You think I just got lucky, didn't work for this shit? Bitch, I've been working at this ever since l was a kid I've played a million empty shows to only family and friends What kind of person would diss a band that deserves to get big? I'd hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kid's lips That shit's as worse as it gets, this verse is over, I quit Signed "Charlie Scene" on your girlfriend's tits Undead! You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead! You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway White boys with tattoos, p-pointing right at you We're breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom Pack of wolves 'cause we don't follow the rules And when you're running your mouth, our razor blades come out B-But you always press, and you know I never stress With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West I grew up on drive-bys and LA gang signs So what the fuck you know about being a gangster? And what the fuck you know about being in danger? You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit Mad at all of us 'cause every song is a fucking hit Undead! You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead! You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead! Motherfucking time to ride, ride Undead! See you duck when we drive-by Undead! Motherfucking time to ride, ride Undead! Won't you punks just die, die, die? Undead!
Writer(s): Jordon Kristopher Terrell, George Arthur Ragan, John Osbourne, Jorel Decker, Randy Rhoads, Aron Erlichman, Robert John Daisley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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