Undead by Hollywood Undead Lyrics Meaning – The Anthem of Defiance and Identity
Lyrics
Undead
Undead
Undead
(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cause we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cause we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
Look up and see that motherfucking writing on the wall
When you see J3T thirty deep, he’s down to brawl
Fuck the haters I see, ’cause I hate that you breathe
I see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease
I got H-U tatted on the front of my arms
The boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car
‘Cause we drunk-drive Cadillacs, we never go far
But when you see us, motherfuckers, better know who we are
I got one thing to say to punk-asses who hate
Motherfuckers don’t know, but you better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these faggot-ass punks
You don’t know what it takes to get this motherfucking drunk
I’m already loud, maybe it’s a little too late
Johnny’s taking heads off of all faggots who hate
‘Cause I’m a God, motherfucker, there’s a price to pay
Yeah, I’m a God, motherfucker, and it’s Judgment Day
(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cause we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cause we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
I’m getting used to this nuisance of fags who badmouth this music
How fucking stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this
You cowards can’t, you never will, don’t even try to pursue it
I took the chance, I paid the bill, I nearly died for this music
You make me wanna run around pulling my guns out and shit
You’re tempting me to run my mouth and call you out on this, bitch
How ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this?
You need to slit your wrists, get pissed, and go jump off a bridge
What, you can’t see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
What, you think I just got lucky, didn’t work for this shit?
Bitch, I’ve been working at this ever since I was a kid
I’ve played a million empty shows to only family and friends
What kind of person would diss a band that deserves to get big?
I’d hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kid’s lips
That shit’s as worse as it gets, this verse is over, I quit
Signed “Charlie Scene” on your girlfriend’s tits
(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cause we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cause we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
White boys with tattoos, p-pointing right at you
We’re breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom
Pack of wolves ’cause we don’t follow the rules
And when you’re running your mouth, our razorblades come out
B-but you always press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys and LA gang signs
So what the fuck you know about being a gangster?
And what the fuck you know about being in danger?
You ain’t doing this so you know you’re just talking shit
Mad at all of us ’cause every song is a fucking hit
(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cause we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cause we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
(Undead) motherfucking time to ride, ride
(Undead) see you duck when we drive by
(Undead) motherfucking time to ride, ride
(Undead) won’t you punks just die, die, die?
(Undead)
Hollywood Undead’s gritty anthem ‘Undead’ is a musical Molotov cocktail, an explosive mix of rap, rock, and a in-your-face challenge to the opposition. At the potent crossroads of rage and celebration, the track serves as a rallying cry for those who stand defiantly in the face of criticism and societal norms.
Beneath the bravado and the menacing beats of ‘Undead’, Hollywood Undead crafts a vein of personal truth and communal angst, resonating with anyone who’s ever felt sidelined, misunderstood or ready to break the mold. It’s a testament to the power of perseverance and the indomitable spirit of rebellion.
The Unyielding Beat of Rebellion
The title ‘Undead’ itself is evocative of something that refuses to lay down and die, a sentiment that pulses through the very heart of the song. With a relentless cadence, it symbolizes the raw energy of Hollywood Undead, a band that continues to rise up against the heap of adversity and naysayers.
Each thundering chant of ‘Undead!’ is a fist in the air, a declaration that no matter what is thrown at them, they’ll stand back up, ready to face the next challenge. It’s a fight song for anyone who’s ever felt beaten down, a soundtrack for the modern-day underdog.
The War Cry Against Industry Critics
In no uncertain terms, ‘Undead’ is a direct address to the critics and gatekeepers of the music industry. The band’s disdain for those who ‘bad mouth this music’ and ‘don’t know what it takes, to get this mother f**king drunk’ makes it clear that their art is forged from true grit.
This rebel anthem strips naked the frustration of artists everywhere who battle against the tidal wave of criticism and the superficial metrics of success. Hollywood Undead echoes the struggles of many who claw their way through the trenches of artistic pursuit, providing a voice to the voiceless fight.
An In-Depth Look at the Song’s Hidden Meaning
Though on the surface ‘Undead’ might read like a chronicle of angst and confrontation, a deeper dive into the lyrics reveals a layered landscape of vulnerability and the quest for authenticity. Beyond the swashbuckling swagger, there’s a plea for integrity in a world ever-distracted by facades.
The band proclaiming ‘I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm’ is more than mere vanity; it’s a testament to the permanence of their identity and commitment. Hidden in the beats and bars is Hollywood Undead’s raw admission of what it costs to stay genuine in an industry that often rewards the opposite.
Navigating the Swagger: The Song’s Most Memorable Lines
There are quips and jabs that stick with you, long after the track winds down. Take ‘Signed Charlie Scene on your girlfriend’s tits’—a line that could stand as a textbook example of braggadocio, but also points to the band’s refusal to take themselves too seriously amidst the chaos and grandstanding.
‘I played a million empty shows to only family and friends’ speaks to grind of the unsigned artist, the hunger in the belly of the beast that is Hollywood Undead. It draws a line in the sand, highlighting the meritocracy of music that the band stands by.
The Magna Carta of Misfits and Mavericks
In ‘Undead’, Hollywood Undead doesn’t just deliver a song— they deliver a manifesto. It’s a declaration of the principles they stand for: absolute defiance and the unapologetic amplification of one’s own voice. They’re not just making music; they’re making a statement about who gets to define worth in a world of cookie-cutter expectations.
The song becomes a lightning rod for the disenchanted, the ones with tattooed arms and raised fists, who find solace and solidarity in the thumping reassurance that they are not alone in their struggle. Hollywood Undead’s ‘Undead’ is the hymn of the hopeful, the dispossessed, and the undeterred.
