They start to rise up from the ground,
They're going to kill everyone in town.
Then from the hills we're under attack.
I see the blood lust in their eyes,
They want to stand, let's see who survives,
Hell comes to Earth but I'll send it back.I'll never see you again, never see you again,
I don't believe, that this has happened.
This is the day of the dead, come and take my hand,
I don't believe, that this has happened.Well if we'll go down with my hand,
I know the circus is coming to dance,
My simple shoes will make you move.
I hate the way they look at me,
The teller of catastrophe,
They'll watch you feed, and cut our food.I'll never see you again, never see you again,
I don't believe, that this has happened.
This is the day of the dead, come and take my hand,
I don't believe, that this has happened.The day of the dead,
And we watch you moving,
We will shoot to kill.Never see you again, never see you again.
This is the day of the dead, come and take my hand,
I don't believe, that this has happened.The day of the dead!
The day of the dead!
The day of the dead!
The day of the dead!
The day of the dead!
The day of the dead!
The day of the dead!
The day of the dead!
Songwriters
DAVIES, JAMES / BUTLER, GAVIN / DAVIES, MATTHEW / LEWIS, DAVID RHYS / BELLERS-SMITH, SEAN / LAWRENCE, GARETH / PERRY, JASONPublished by
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