The Living Dead (Bonus) - Dirty Dancin' & Dondrell209

Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart Now god is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart That heart is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead

This one goes out to the non-believers And night crawlers and coffin cheaters For the most lucid of dreamers It's hard to conceive of the terrifying scenes Behold the death wheelers Cat eyes lit, headlights full beam The car tires screeches They blew his mind as he went through the windscreen Blood-curdling screams Possessed speed demons, who do as they please Disturbing the peace Terrorizing locals, eluding police Mob Deep waged war on the streets Throwing up horns for the mark of the beast Unleashed outlaw bike fiends Who weave among the trees at breakneck speed Back at home, what they saying at the séance? And what's the payoff when you're meddling with chaos? Invoke spirits for your mother to converse with Dark devil arts and amphibian worship! Totally worth it Fully immersed, they neglecting the curse Poltergeist, afterlife ventriloquist Frog amulet, supernatural abilities Paranormal activities Children of the stones, bezzin' 'round seven witches Just a gang of delinquents Ripping up souls and scaring you shitless Maximus Leopardus Found while making out in the graveyard, kid Always been foolhardy The Prince of Darkness on a weaponized triumph Zombified, leader of the pack Leather-clad clan made a suicide pact But you've got to believe And ride free on that sweet machine Struck a deal like your man Johnny Blaze Rev'd up his engine and popped out the grave Like the prophecy said The back of his jacket read, "The living dead"

Tabloids scream Elvis seen at a shopping mall That's the kind of talk That makes my stomach crawl Picture a zombie Elvis In a tacky white jump suit Just imagine a rotting Elvis Shopping for fresh fruit You can't 'cause Elvis is dead Elvis is dead Elvis is dead Elvis is dead When the king died He was all alone I heard that when he died He was sitting on his throne Alas poor Elvis They made us know you well Now you dwell forever In the Heartbreak Hotel Elvis was a hero to most But that's beside the point A Black man taught him how to sing And then he was crowned king The pelvis of Elvis Too dangerous for the masses They cleaned him up and sent him to Vegas Now the masses are his slave Slave? Slave Yes, even from the grave Elvis is dead I've got a reason to believe We all won't be received at Graceland I've got a reason to believe We all won't be received at Graceland