Waking the Dead Lyrics

Down here among the dead men in a cozy coffin

Wrapped in clay and lapped in lead

The cold and pale and rotten, gone, almost forgotten

The living have come to haunt the dead

Wake the Dead

You're waking the dead

Sweet little grave robber

You're waking the dead

Here you come creepin' a grave robbin' hobgoblin

The fairest one of all the ghouls

You work your petty magic; your dirty necromancy

The right job for the right tools

Wake the Dead

You're waking the dead

Sweet little grave robber

You're waking the dead

You've got a bucket list of taboos to be broken

You're gonna need a willing zombie slave

So brew your love potion, murmer your incantations

Pour out libations on my grave

Wake the Dead

You're waking the dead

Sweet little grave robber

You're waking the dead

Wake the Dead