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

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): JOSEPH POOLE