Dirty leaves on a blood covered road
Nine doors down I've been told
Open graves for an evening fright
A gruesome sight on a Saturday night
Open graves for an evening fright
A gruesome sight on a Saturday night
See my skin rotting blue
Seven zombies are after you
Like you better without a head
You alway looked good dead in red
Pale white skin rising out of the grave (4x)
Dirty leaves on a zombie road
Nine lids close with green casket mold
Pale white skin made an eerie light
A gruesome sight for a Saturday night
Casket road they lie ahead
In their graves return of the dead
Casket road they lie ahead
In their graves return of the dead
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