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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Vocals
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Vocals
George Ragan
George Ragan
Vocals
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Vocals
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Vocals
Dean Butterworth
Dean Butterworth
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
Sean Gould
Sean Gould
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dan Lancaster
Dan Lancaster
Mixing Engineer
Rhys May
Rhys May
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Gould
Sean Gould
Producer

Lyrics

Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Got the top down, gonna baptize you bitches 'cause you know you cop out Calm down, all you motherfuckers do is talk loud You sold out, and every single one of you is cold now My town, 30-deep, about to fucking roll out Look alive as I light up the sky And pump up the 12-gauge and blow off your disguise No surprise, there ain't no compromise They doped up these motherfuckers, hit 'em straight in the eyes And the one-eyed man is king in the land of the blind It's told you wanna live forever, but today you will die It's your time, here you lie as they crucify You're the boy who will cry, and I'm the wolf who'll get by And every single page is drawn in blood, can't you see? Front seats because you're triple six feet in the deep And I'll send you straight to the afterlife for fucking with me Hollywood to the death, Undead put you to sleep Can't fall, can't die Tonight we're so alive Singing whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night We call, you rise With you, we never die Singing whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night Own the night, we own the night Own the night, we own the night Broken words so often told If you wanna throw some blows We can go toe to toe Kick the door and throw it open No one knows? I thought I told 'em Thought you had it, now you're choking People dropping, bodies folding Stay Undead, two coffins open Praying to that Holy Ghost He can't save you, there's no hope Looking through that barrel smoke Pull the trigger, let it go The game is done, set in the closer You can't sink down any lower We couldn't get any colder With these devils on our shoulders There's someone popping shots now, someone called the cops And when the dust settles, you know we gon' be on top Smoking till I'm under six feet on the dot Welcome to the jungle, we got beef on the block Charlie's rolling through your hood, Funny at his side Looking like a fucking pimp parade passing by And we're hopping out the Jeep; if you fuckers wanna die Fucking with Undead is like committing suicide Can't fall, can't die Tonight we're so alive Singing whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night We call, you rise With you, we never die Singing whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night Own the night, we own the night Own the night, we own the night This time This time we will all rise All rise for the lost lives Lost lives for the last time For the last time, we will all rise For the last time, we will all rise For the last time, we will all rise For the last time, we will all rise Can't fall, can't die Tonight we're so alive Singing whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night We call, you rise With you, we never die Singing whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night Whoa, we own the night
Writer(s): Daniel Murillo, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, Sean Gould, George Arthur Ragan, Jorel Decker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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