Block Party Bloodbath
One hundred people scream out in the streets
Bodies get trampled as they try to flee
A party turned nightmare on Execution Street
A party turned bloodbath in the summer heat
Glasses hit the ground
Gunshots ring out loud through the panicked crowd
The party is over, now
The party is done
It's a massacre in the summer sun
Welcome to the block party bloodbath
An east-end street has turned to a warpath
People scatter in fear as they're forced to face death, forced to run fast
Run! Run for your life
They blocked it off with a barricade
Now they line the streets with yellow tape
The aftermath spells a horror scene
as broken glass and bullet shells litter the streets
An act of gang war, a reflection of hate
Spilt beer and blood streaks stain the pave
Pedestrians hit the ground, cup their hands to their ears to muffle the sound
The sirens are ringing, now
The party is done
It's a massacre in the summer sun
Welcome to the block party bloodbath
An east-end street has turned to a warpath
People scatter in fear as they're forced to face death, forced to run fast
Run! Run for your life
They blocked it off with a barricade
Now they line the streets with yellow police tape
Pack up your lawn chairs, your beer koozies
It's time to go
Cut the DJ, hit the deck as the bullets fly
The summer sky shimmering heat from the barrel of a gun
It's time to go because the party is done
Bodies get trampled as they try to flee
A party turned nightmare on Execution Street
A party turned bloodbath in the summer heat
Glasses hit the ground
Gunshots ring out loud through the panicked crowd
The party is over, now
The party is done
It's a massacre in the summer sun
Welcome to the block party bloodbath
An east-end street has turned to a warpath
People scatter in fear as they're forced to face death, forced to run fast
Run! Run for your life
They blocked it off with a barricade
Now they line the streets with yellow tape
The aftermath spells a horror scene
as broken glass and bullet shells litter the streets
An act of gang war, a reflection of hate
Spilt beer and blood streaks stain the pave
Pedestrians hit the ground, cup their hands to their ears to muffle the sound
The sirens are ringing, now
The party is done
It's a massacre in the summer sun
Welcome to the block party bloodbath
An east-end street has turned to a warpath
People scatter in fear as they're forced to face death, forced to run fast
Run! Run for your life
They blocked it off with a barricade
Now they line the streets with yellow police tape
Pack up your lawn chairs, your beer koozies
It's time to go
Cut the DJ, hit the deck as the bullets fly
The summer sky shimmering heat from the barrel of a gun
It's time to go because the party is done
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Lalonde
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