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Live Undead (Nekromantix) · Goths Undead (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Undead (Six Feet Under) · Live Undead (Slayer) · Dawn of the Undead (The Undead) · Undead Indeed (Tarot) · Undead (Ten Years After) · Undead: A Gothic Masterpiece, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Born Undead (Autopsy) · Undead (Tad Morose) – and 90 other albums »


the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk

Lets get drunk [x5]

It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under
[Repeat x5]
Undead!

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give
And soon cursed by every man on earth
We follow our lust, in no god we trust

Come join us
Leave this world behind and you will find satisfaction
Fight
Of the darkness in men's minds
What can you say
That wasn't marked by history
Or the T.V. news today
He gets away with murder
The blizzards come
Words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay

Now there's a new craze a-goin' 'round
It's gettin' bigger in most every town
From New York City out
the lines
Hustle it's nearly five, hustle it's nearly five

This place plays no favorites by day or by night
It will not be offended if you buy light
Yes, its the year five hundred and eleven
Undead empire versus adequate seven
The power elite existence is real
Thriving on the passive, clouds
gether
We are 5 
2gether
We do our thing (Thing, thing, thing)
Baby, and sing

See all the girls with their hands in the air
You can tell by the screams
had an anniversary
Five long years together; it was Hollywood history
Now my grandma and grandpa never made no printed page
But they took the love
hooray for N-E-be	, no that's not me,
Oh, 'cause I'm in the Cherokee, cruisin with Warren G
Goin to pick up Jah Skill and the Twinz
Five footin till
technical difficulties
 Please stand by"

[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]

Auto four six seven five four three
Equals, the levels, of nobody in this
Drop down on a desert ride
Just outside the ninety-five
Never felt more, more alive
I got my chicas by my side

If we want it, we take it
If we
on the run

I'm a low down
Mister fly by night
Baby slow down
Let me show you right
I sure don't wanna hurt no one

So, don't tell me you love me
the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm use to it, if your rear
right on by
And there ain't no road just like it

Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin' on by on LSD,
Just me getting shit faced
Gimme pulling out my blue tooth
And brief case
And replace
Everything I said wrong
But then it wont be
A Hollywood Undead song
I come from a long way away
And I know a fine thing when I see it
See it
For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun
Talking about
New Mexico, new Diet Coke 
New taxes for the same pack of smokes
New President, new prescidence
New music ain't got no soul

New Hollywood, new
is man
We clip up over here nigga

What's Your Name Fool?

[Chorus]
Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P
Part One:
This is a world blessed by the victims of carnal tragedy
The humans ritual of love and adoration dense-waven history
Sentiments decide
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
The Hollywood pose, teeth, tits, and toes
Didn't take her long to leave the boulevard
So many five star friends with black credit cards
She'd try anything once,
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa
that ain't with us no mo.
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging
with no options
If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor

Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
Peanut