- cifra
Hey, you
The soul of rock and roll
Was buried in a hole
Yeah, you
Can't you hear the beat?
Can't you feel the heat?
Cognac, heart attack, paint in black
You know they never fear the reaper
Hey, you
They paid the devil's stole
They never lost their soul
They only lost control
So let's raise
You got me screaming now
So let's raise the dead
Hey, you
The stair hole in the ground
Still makes an evil sound
Yeah, you
The future there is dead
I'm coming at for their
Cognac, heart attack, paint in black
You know they never fear the reaper
Hey, you
I suddenly quit demise
So the body dies
But the music stays alive
So let's raise the dead
You got me screaming now
So let's raise the dead
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
You gotta dig a little deeper now
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
You gotta get a little creepier
So let's raise the dead
You got me screaming now
So let's raise the dead
So let's raise the dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
