[Verse One] Red cups, and crushed bodies Inside of the lobby The music is blasting But I am not dancing Smoke smell, and the liquor Everyone here just snickers The party is crashing But I am not laughing [Chorus] This is how it goes down in hell week Bloody shot pills, blaring music, dirty sheets This is how it goes down in hell week Balloon popping, party stopping, flirty deads This is how it goes down in hell week [Verse Two] Sweaty people, and the drunkies They are stuck in the back seat The lights they see as they drive by Are all flashing it's a bad sign [Pre-Chorus] Nobody knows the story about the little boy Thirteen years old, rather be playing with toys But he came here with his brother, who dragged him all the way Oh, he is in the back seat, the driver's not ok He feels the car come through the side Red and blue lights, came flashing by But “Bang” … he's dead [Chorus] [Bridge] Flustered people have a stare Sirens screaming “who is there' (This is how it goes down in hell week) I was just a standby all my life Now the chance to die has just arrived And im dieing, and im crying cause… [Chorus] (x3)