Día De Los Muertos - POORSTACY

We’re the freaks that only come out at night

The troublemaker kids

Put your bloody fucking fingers in the air and cut your wrists

I need all the sex, drugs and attention cuz I’m a piece of shit

Put your bloody fucking fingers in the air and cut your wrists

(Put your bloody fucking fingers in the air)

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

It’s the day of the dead

with a knife at the side of my face

When the clock strikes twelve and she casts a spell

I’ll be waiting, wide awake

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

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

Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die

Die, die, die, die