[Intro: Danny] Good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bite. [Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears] Johnny Three and he's dipping in the 4 door, 44 and it's pointed at your window. Ain't a good shot? Here come 4 more, Getting hot so I play in the snow In a town made wicked Made from these wicked things. See the dead on the cover of a magazine, See my smile it was born from amphetamines, Better duck 'cause it's war on my enemies, Oh God, I think I lost it all now, Lost some, wanna watch the rest go. A mad man when I'm mixed with SoCo. Who woulda thought a man could sink to so low? 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. [Hook: Danny] What would you do if I told you I hate you? What would you do if your life's on the liine? What would you say if I told you I hate you? I got something that'll blow your mind! [Verse 2: Charlie Scene] You know, I got a grenade, And it's got your name on it. And Imma spit on your grave, And engrave a dick on it. People say, I'm insane And to put the brakes on it. Lemme buy you a drink, How 'bout a ruffie, gin, and tonic? Yeah, Charlie Scene seems to be so hated, It's just me being intoxicated 'Cause being sober's 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 Imma wait on the porch. You got nowhere to run to, so don't try hiding, 'Cause it'll only be like Jack Nicholson from "The Shining". Yeah, I'm breaking your door down, so don't try fighting, Yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed or the dead keep biting. [Hook] [Danny:] Good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bite. Wrap a wrap around your head and watch you as you take flight. [Verse 3: 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 me and 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 Columbian neck ties. Take a seat; you can sit in the front row, The voice in your head is just me in your headphones, And everybody knows we're the Devil's heroes, Come and get a ticket, follow me to the creep show. [Hook] [Outro: 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.