Get Your Grave On - Wednesday 13

Zombie, cadaver, what does it matter?

I’m a spook, a creep, the recently deceased

And I’m a creature, a curse, the body in the hearse

Zombie, cadaver, what does it matter?

I’m a spook, a creep, the recently deceased

And I’m a creature, a curse, the body in the hearse

And I’m screaming bloody murder from the very first verse

And I’m your death, your dealer, your faithful deceiver

I got maggots on the brain but I can’t complain

I got a spot in the cemetery

Baby, that’s calling your name

Get your grave, get your grave on, baby

Start rotting away

I’m dying just to hear you say

Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby

Monster, a fiend, the body at the scene

Take your wrist, a razor, do yourself a favor

I’m your ghoul, your host, the ghost that wants the most

Now lick your lips, bitch, here’s another fucking dose

And I love blood, guts and all that violent stuff

I like guns, knives, taking people’s lives

Got all the creatures in the casket screaming

Baby, won’t you come inside

Get your grave, get your grave on, baby

Start rotting away

I’m dying just to hear you say

Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby

Baby

Baby

Get your grave, get your grave on, baby

Start rotting away

I’m dying just to hear you say

Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby