Turned on the TV they said don't be afraid
The already dead's returning from the graves
So lock your Windows and bolt all your doors
Load up the shotgun now, let's bring on the ghouls
And I said, hey, hey, hey, they only wanna eat your brain
Hey, hey, hey, Momma those were the days
of the dead
They're creeping on the porch now, headed for the door
I pump at shotgun and pint it toward the door
They try and tear it down, begging for some brains
No way they're getting mine, there ain't no f****** way
The already dead's returning from the graves
So lock your Windows and bolt all your doors
Load up the shotgun now, let's bring on the ghouls
And I said, hey, hey, hey, they only wanna eat your brain
Hey, hey, hey, Momma those were the days
of the dead
They're creeping on the porch now, headed for the door
I pump at shotgun and pint it toward the door
They try and tear it down, begging for some brains
No way they're getting mine, there ain't no f****** way