Drink With The Living Dead
Well I'm going to the graveyard, gonna dig me up a grave
This excavation's for the conversation that I crave
But the undead ain't got much to say
They do better things instead
No time to think, no time to blink
Let's drink with the living dead
It's hard to watch them stumble in their funeral attire
They drink like monks, they stink like skunks
They sing like a drunken choir
But don't you turn and run, like the others that just fled
It's a zombie bash, let's all get trashed
Let's drink with the living dead
Chorus:
Oh let's drink with the living dead
Don't think (please don't)
Do a double back flip and land on your head
It's a bubblin' brew, it's greenish-blue
Best served in a human head
Let's drink... with the living dead
This stuff is made from Cyanide and buddy that's the truth
Formaldehyde for flavor with some bone dry vermouth
Like Jackie, Jack, and Bobby, and their drunken brother Ted
Knew he couldn't get far so he splashed his car
Now he drinks with the living dead
Chorus:
Let's drink with the living dead
Don't think
It'll pop your eyeballs out of your head
It's from Peru, it'll cure the flu
It'll give bald tires tread
So lay a patch then it's down the hatch
Let's drink with the living dead
Chorus:
Yeah let's drink with the living dead
Don't think (no no no)
Do a double back flip and land on your head
It's a bubblin' brew, it's potent too
It'll make you wet your bed
So let's drink... with the living dead
Yeah drink... with the living dead
Yeah drink...
