Songtext von Feast Of The Living Dead

Floorboards are creaking beneath my leaden step You know it's never easy once you've returned from death It seems the afterlife's a round-about You're dead one minute, the next you live again As though the gates of Hell have opened wide Belching forth a stream of hungry dead GO! Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Sweet smell of dead things erupting from the ground You got the Dead surrounding, Don't try to phone the lines are down It seems the afterlife's a round-about You're dead one minute, the next you live again As though the gates of Hell have opened wide Belching forth a stream of hungry dead GO! Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead Whoa-O! Feast of the Living Dead