Happy Day of the Dead - $oulles$ & NORTHERN MANE

Hold on, Holy Ghost Go on, hold me close Better run, here we come It's the day of the dead We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things I'm really not a madman, the voices keep asking Born with the soul that don't wanna be saved Every time I look around, I see what a fiend made Every time I die, I hope they're digging up my grave An Undead one like the flag that I wave I'm not afraid to cry from this cocaine sickness I'm not afraid to die, let the Good Book witness I ask and give none, nope, no forgiveness It's the day of the dead and you're on our hit list So, come, all you misfits Bitch, you're on our hit list! Hold on, Holy Ghost Go on, hold me close Better run, here we come It's the day of the dead! Hold on, Holy Ghost So long to the ones you know Better run, here we come It's the day of the dead! This is exactly what has to be done, it happened so gradually It's like I magically happened to be this phantom that candidly Lets this dagger cut jaggedly while you're gasping so rapidly While you gag on this rag, I see you are laughing so happily It's okay to get startled and be afraid of the dark I'll just wait here to swallow your soul and tear you apart And I've already started, there ain't no saving your heart This is the day of the dead, this ain't no day in the park Here I come, here I come, grab your guns and crossbows And run, better run from the skull and crossbones The fun has begun, yeah, it's hard to swallow And when I'm done, I ain't done 'cause it's Hell that follows Now, get ready for sorrow 'Cause it's Hell that follows! Hold on, Holy Ghost Go on, hold me close Better run, here we come It's the day of the dead! Hold on, Holy Ghost So long to the ones you know Better run, here we come It's the day of the dead! When the ashes start to rise and the Moon falls from the sky And a thousand candles burn into the night When the angels softly cry on the flames below the sky Would a thousand souls still pray for you and I? Hold on, Holy Ghost Go on, hold me close Better run, here we come It's the day of the dead! Hold on, Holy Ghost Go on, hold me close Better run, here we come It's the day of the dead! Hold on, Holy Ghost So long to the ones you know Better run, here we come It's the day of the dead! Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead! Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead! Hold on, Holy Ghost Here's to the damned! It's the day of the dead! Hold on, Holy Ghost Here's to the damned! It's the day of the dead!

Lord, don't be angry, I haven't been the best I sold dear to the Devil for a brand-new name and vest I swear, I tried so damn hard to resist those terrible eyes He played me for a fool, I was blasted down, goes down He said that I could have her if I only fell to my knees Someday I bought her flowers, she looked at me displeased It's been a hard, hard day for lovin' And it's a hard, hard time when you're runnin' She looked at me with them broody eyes and sat me on the ground Then she whispered in my ears and tears came pourin' down She said, "I can never love you, you sold away my Lord The Devil has your little soul for that damn miss can't afford" It's been a hard, hard day for lovin' And it's a hard, hard time when you're runnin' It's been a hard, hard day for lovin' And it's a hard, hard time when you're runnin' Those beau'ful blue eyes 'n' long, long hair, they wear down my heart Bawling and I tipped it back and found a little hole in the dirt It's been a hard, hard day for lovin' And it's a hard, hard time when you're runnin' It's been a hard, hard day for lovin' And it's a hard, hard time When you're runnin'