I only drink Mickey's I can't afford the cans I drink so much they call me Charlie 40 hands. — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
Now I'm drunk as fuck about to pass out, destination you're mother's couch. — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
Here's a story of everything we'll ever be. You can hide but some of use can never leave, and if you go, I don't… — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
The hands on the clock and the things we cannot change. Tearin' out the pieces and take back what I made. If there's one… — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
I never claimed that I knew how to dance, but I'll get drunk, get high, and pull down my pants — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
I loved you, you made me, hate me. You gave me hate see? It saved me and these tears are deadly. You feel that?… — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
Someone left the door open Who left me outside? I'm bent I'm not broken Come live in my life. All the words left unspoken.… — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
So fuck 5 bucks just fill up my cup, don't kiss me bitch you just threw up. — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
When you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance, Hollywood we're never going down. — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
Where to go from here? What road to travel on? I spent my whole life choosing, and I always chose wrong. Will I try… — Hollywood Undead Copy Share Image
