THE LIVING DEAD - Written by Carroll Bryant
You know sometimes life seems like such a waste
The bitter pill we all have to swallow has such a nasty taste
The hustle and bustle of day in and day out
Leaves me wondering, hey, what's it all about?
Why are we living?
Why are we here?
Doesn't anybody have the answer?
We're called the living dead
Death already has us
We are the living dead
It's wrapped us and trapped us
We're dead
Oh, you got to get me out of here
I'm an alien of life
I don't belong here
You got to get me out
Got to get me out
You got to get me out tonight
We're called the living dead
Death already has us
We are the living dead
It's wrapped us and trapped us
We're dead
We are the living dead
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I'm dead
Oh, my God, I'm dead
Oh, my God, we're dead
We're all in this death trap
We're dead
We are the living dead
Sweet Jesus knows we're dead
Death already owns us
We're dead
We're called the living dead
Everybody in this whole dead world knows it
We're dead
The world is the home of the living dead
Hey, what's it all about?
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