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It's my Funeral, welcome you all. This is the end of the line, so thank you for coming along. (c) Dope
Вот есть песни, из которых торкает на пару строк (обычно в припеве):

It's my Funeral, welcome you all.
This is the end of the line, so thank you for coming along. (c) Dope "Funeral"

We're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
We're not critics, we just hate it all anyway (c) Icon For Hire "Cynics & Critics"

А есть песни, которые хочется полностью разобрать на цитатки:
Hollywood undead "Dead Bite"

[Danny (Intro):]
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite

[Johnny 3 Tears (Verse 1):]
Johnny 3, and he's dipping in the four door
44 and it's pointing at your window
Ain't a good shot, here come four 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, think I lost it oh no
Lost some and wanna watch the rest go
A mad man when I'm mixed with Soco
Who would've 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

[Danny (Chorus):]
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind

[Charlie Scene (Verse 2):]
You know I got a grenade, and it's got your name on it
I'ma spit on your grave and engrave a dick on it
People say I'm insane and to put the brakes on it
Let me buy you a drink, how 'bout a roofy, 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, I'ma wait on the porch
You got nowhere to run too, so, don't try hiding
'Cause I'm known to 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

[Danny (Chorus):]
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind

Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight

[J-Dog (Verse 3):]
You better check twice, look under your bed
Turn on your nightlight, cover up your head
'Cause we do exist, and there's no need to pretend
That you're not afraid of meeting 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 Colombian Neckties
Take a seat, you could sit in the front row
The voice in your head is just me in your headphones
Everybody knows that we're the devil's heroes
Come and get a ticket, follow me to the creep show

[Danny (Chorus):]
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind

[Outro:]
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight

Pierce The Veil "King For A Day"
(feat. Kellin Quinn of Sleeping with Sirens)

[Vic Fuentes & Kellin Quinn]
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
I take a look up at the sky and I see red
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red

[Kellin Quinn]
Please, won't you push me for the last time
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done

[Vic Fuentes]
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Vic Fuentes]
The thing I think I love
Will surely bring me pain
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
Three cheers for throwing up
Pubescent drama queen
You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late

[Kellin Quinn]
Scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fun
You want a martyr I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done

[Vic Fuentes]
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Kellin Quinn]
Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
And if the bass shakes the earth underground
We'll start a new revolution now
(Now! Alright here we go)

[Vic Fuentes]
Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Come at me, now this is war!

Fuck with this new beat
Oh!

[Kellin Quinn & Vic Fuentes]
Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein
I was just a product of the street youth rage
Born in this world without a voice or say
Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain
I know you well but this ain't a game
Blow the smoke in diamond shape
Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace

[Vic Fuentes]
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Kellin Quinn]
Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming take us now

[Vic Fuentes]
We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground
Shit

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