Día de Los Muertos

[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