Because Hollywood Undead have maintained a cult-like status throughout their career (robust sales but never chart toppers), it’s easy to underestimate their legacy. Emo’s profound if subtle influence can also be heard in the act’s sonic profile, especially in those big catchy choruses rising up like phoenixes from the scorched-earth aggression of “Undead” and “Day of the Dead,” two of their calling-card anthems. This deeply emo sentiment pops up especially in some of their most popular songs, like the hardcore punk-inspired “California Dreaming” and the 2009 single “Young,” a fatalistic evocation of American youth medicated and numb to a world that’s falling apart. Rather, it’s depicted as a fleeting distraction from the angst and despair of modern life. But unlike many of the nu-metal and rapcore bands that came before them, Hollywood Undead developed a riff-powered aggression that rarely serves as an end in and of itself. Make no mistake: The Southern California group have dropped plenty of mosh-pit throwdowns and X-rated dispatches from late-night hangs ever since starting out as a loose collection of musicians posting home recordings to MySpace in the mid-’00s. GrosseLyrics powered by sounds strange to say that a pack of masked hooligans have a sensitive side, yet it’s precisely this quality that makes Hollywood Undead such a unique and influential mutation in the development of rap rock. Writer(s): Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, Daniel Murillo, Ben B. Lights out, you′re talking too loud So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We're calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Lifestyles of the young and the reckless Checked in the real world that don′t ask questions Dodging 'em bullets like a fucked up western Drag you on a rope till you're choked out senseless Kings are crowned, we′re the best around Got an underground army, yeah, we′re holding it down We built our base and what we found It takes blood and sweat and always moving a crowd No skill when you've gone the fast way Let me see you dance, run from the AK Bullshitting, though he′s dropping names Till you know: what you do, it all sounds the same A piece of advice, quit dropping mine You'll be gone way before it even hits your time Like a stripper in a cage making minimum wage You′ll be gone like a dollar bill hitting the stage Lights out, you're talking too loud So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We′re calling you out, who the fuck are you now? I'mma light your ass up 'cause you ain′t got what it takes Your crew is riding my nuts, they′ll tell you how my dick tastes Yeah, I'm shitfaced in all black, looking creepy It′s Charlie Scene, this shit is way too easy I might give it to you quick, go straight to your throat Or put the burner in your mouth and turn you into a ghost All these people making music with nothing to show Who doesn't have a band? Shit, I don′t know What kinda sane person drops his own name? What kinda sane person boos his own band offstage? What kinda sane person drops a verse like this? These damn meds ain't working, I′m just too damn sick Just you coming out here has got me provoked Now I'mma cut your ass up like a line of coke I'mma roll your crew up like a fat ass roach And put you in my ashtray ′cause you just got smoked Lights out, you′re talking too loud So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We're calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Another classic case, you crash and burn And it′s true, you're dead wrong It′s lights out, your last song The world has turned its face, you'll never learn And it′s true, you're dead wrong It's lights out, your last song Walls closing in, they′re falling down Lights out, you′re talking too loud So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We're calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We′re calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, you're talking too loud Who the fuck are you now? Who the fuck are you now? Lights out
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