[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)