Feast Of The Living Dead

Floorboards are creaking beneath my leaden step
You know it's never easy once you've returned from death
It seems the afterlife's a round-about
You're dead one minute, the next you live again
As though the gates of Hell have opened wide
Belching forth a stream of hungry dead
GO!

Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead

Sweet smell of dead things erupting from the ground
You got the Dead surrounding,
Don't try to phone the lines are down

It seems the afterlife's a round-about
You're dead one minute, the next you live again
As though the gates of Hell have opened wide
Belching forth a stream of hungry dead
GO!

Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead

Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead
Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead