• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• White Teeth - Beautiful South
• White Teeth - The Beautiful South
• White Death - Sabaton
• Out The Way - Hollywood Undead
• White Death - Viking

White teeth, white teeth
Talent is rugged determination
Skill is a little more dull
Genius buggers straight conversation
Makes sure that it's ass is full
So good looking people don't write no poetry
They're too busy holding their hands
You don't go to beach for depth of thought
If your brain's leaking grains of sand
'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
When model puts pen to paper
Paper tends to turn to stone
'Cause original thoughts so hard to squeeze
From a face so easy to clone
So good looking people don't write no poetry
They're too busy holding their hands
You don't go to beach for depth of thought
If your brain's leaking grains of sand
'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
Whilst the dedicated cancelled the dates on their latest tour
'Cause genius had played that route ten times before
Hardwork made the excuse of being too hardcore
Yes don't fire shots from double barrel if you know you're single bore
'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance

White teeth, white teeth
Talent is rugged determination
Skill is a little more dull
Genius buggers straight conversation
Makes sure that it's ass is full
So good looking people don't write no poetry
They're too busy holding their hands
You don't go to beach for depth of thought
If your brain's leaking grains of sand
'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
When model puts pen to paper
Paper tends to turn to stone
'Cause original thoughts so hard to squeeze
From a face so easy to clone
So good looking people don't write no poetry
They're too busy holding their hands
You don't go to beach for depth of thought
If your brain's leaking grains of sand
'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
Whilst the dedicated cancelled the dates on their latest tour
'Cause genius had played that route ten times before
Hardwork made the excuse of being too hardcore
Yes don't fire shots from double barrel if you know you're single bore
'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance

Almost night, a crimson horizon
Painting thousand lakes red
As your army approach in the east
A hunter is switching his prey
All alone, a man with his gun
Wanders into the wild
Track you down, you can't hide
Once he's on to your trail
Into the night, a flash in the darkness
White Death is heading your way
The fear of his foes, a hero at home
Hundreds will fall by his gun
You're in the snipers sight
the first kill tonight
Time to die
You're in the bullets way
The White Death's prey
Say goodbye!
After the dawn, when morning is broken
Snow once white turn to red
Hundred soldiers, we have them on sight
A tale of a sniper is born
Snow in mouth, hiding his breath
He is steady at hand
Eye to eye, target in sight!
The moment to fire has come
Hundreds of kills, a man and his rifle
Embodied the Sisu of Finn's
Stay out of sight and cover your head
When he pulls the trigger you're dead!
You're in the snipers sight
the first kill tonight
Time to die
You're in the bullets way
The White Death's prey
Say goodbye!
[Solo]
You're in the snipers sight
the first kill tonight
Time to die
You're in the bullets way
The White Death's prey
Say goodbye!
(You're in the snipers sight)
SNIPERS SIGHT!
(You're his first kill tonight)
FIRST KILL TONIGHT!
(Say goodbye, say goodbye)
SAY GOODBYE!
(You will fall by his gun)
(You're in the snipers sight)
SNIPERS SIGHT!
(You're his first kill tonight)
FIRST KILL TONIGHT!
(Say goodbye, say goodbye)
SAY GOODBYE!

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
Now I see that mother
Fucking writing on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, 30 Deep is down to brawl,
Fuck all haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck, you little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tattooed on the front of my arm,
The Boulevard, brass knuckles
In the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillac’s, we never go far,
And when you see us mother fucker’s,
Better know who we are.
I got one thing to say
To punk asses who hate,
Mother fucker’s who don't know,
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 mother fucking drunk.
I'm already loud maybe,
It’s a little too late,
Johnny’s taking heads off,
of all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am god mother fucker
And there's a price to pay,
Get out my gun, mother fucker
And it’s judgment day!
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
I'm getting used to this nuisance,
And all the fags who bad mouth 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 payed the bill,
I nearly died for this music.
You make me wanna run around,
Pulling my guns out and shit,
Your 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 wrist,
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
And didn't work for this shit?
Bitch. I've been working at
This ever since I was a kid,
I played a million empty shows
To only family and friends.
What kind of person can
dis a band that deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when
My verse comes out of the kid's lips.
That shits 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 will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
White boys with tattoos,
We are pointing right at you,
We are breaking everything,
R-rowdy like a classroom, panic rules,
Cause we don't follow the rules,
And when you're running your mouth,
Our razor blades come out,
Because it’s nothing in my mouth
Except my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when
I respond to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags,
Already rap with the drag,
We killed him and then we
Stuffed his body in the Cadillac.
Why you always pressing?
You know I'm never stressing,
With fucking DMS,
J-Johnny to my left,
Got Phantom and the rest,
Who are down there at the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and LA gangsta's,
So what the fuck do you
Know about being a gangsta?
What the fuck do you know
About being in danger?
You ain't doing this,
So you know your just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys because
Every song is a fucking hit.
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
Mother fucking time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
See you duck when we drive by,
(By) (Undead!)
Mother fucking time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
Watch you fucker's just die,

The stench of blood will permeate a thousand miles around
Know that the strongest one will be there within seconds
Gracefully horrifying, the fin cuts the water
Viciuos selachii is ready to devour
(Solo: Ron)
Tail pushing left and right, a living flesh disposal
An unfelt touch against its grain would shred a hand to ribbins
Megatons of crushing power exerted on three hundred points
Conveyor belt of teeth makes sure that all will feel...
(Chorus)
Time and tme again
He must prove his formidability
Preying on the unsuspecting ones
Only need to masticate
White Death
This has stood the test of centuries
Preying on the unsuspecting ones
Only need to masticate
White Death
(solo: Brett, solo: Ron)
His eyes roll back and upper jaw is thrust out and
Cutting skin so easily and thrashing side to side so that
Now the wound inflicted will finish started work so he's
Circling the bleeding prey until it is anemic
(Solo: Brett)
Foolish man lowers his steel shark cage and
Attempting to control what he cannot control
While a devil that creates its own hell waits below
Its surroundings become the feared domain...