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 smokes her cigarettes i know she can t taste a thing saturday night of the living dead our eyes roll back deep inside we got a plan now for you baby your guts are what im craving saturday night of the living dead we get ourself tattooed 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 our eyes roll back deep inside we got a plan now for you baby your guts are what im craving saturday night of the living dead whooaahh hey hey hey hey saturday night of the living dead our eyes roll back deep inside we got a plan now for you baby your guts are what im craving saturday night of the living dead whoahhh whoaahh whoahhh
['horror punk', 'psychobilly']