Saturday Night Of The Living Dead

Black is back and love is dead

Nothing left and that's okay

I know the world is a grave

Even in her own death

She still smoked the cigarettes

I know she can't take them there

Saturday night of the living dead

And I'm so glad to

We are for you baby

Your god swore

Saturday night of the living dead

We get ourself tattoo'd

With images of death

You know the wicked never rest

We'll listen to the music

That no one seems to care

It's our life and yes we're dead

Saturday night of the living dead

And I'm so glad to

We are for you baby

Your god swore

Saturday night of the living dead

Whooaahh

Hey Hey Hey Hey

Saturday night of the living dead

And I'm so glad to

We are for you baby

Your god swore

Saturday night of the living dead

Whoahhh

Whoaahh

Whoahhh