Día de Los Muertos
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[Verse 1] We're the freaks that only come out at night, the troublemaker kids Put your filthy fucking fingers in the air and cut your wrists I need all of the sex, drugs, and attention 'cause I'm a piece of shit Put your filthy fucking fingers in the air and cut your wrists (Put your bloody fucking fingers in the air) [Chorus] Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die [Verse 2] It's the day of the dead, I forgot all the heckes Keep the impulse inside with the knife and the smile on my face When the clock strikes twelve and she casts that spell I'll be waiting, wide awake [Chorus] Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus] Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die [Outro] Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die
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Credits
- Writers
- Zach Jones
- Drew Fulk
- POORSTACY