No More Kings - The Living Dead

: No More Kings
The living dead
Are keeping me up at night
Theyre hanging around outside
Theyre probably mad theyve died

The living dead
Are gathering in the streets
Im buried beneath my sheets
Theyre making it hard to sleep

I hear them shuffle in the crowd
But do they have to be so loud
It seems to me that all their lives
Was spent being noisy
And now they get to do it twice
Just to annoy me

The living dead
Are keeping me up at night
Theyre hanging around outside
Theyre probably mad theyve died

The living dead
Are gathering in the streets
Im buried beneath my sheets
Theyre making it hard to sleep

Scratching, scraping, groans theyre making
My head is aching now
Claws are raking, walls are shaking
And theyre breaking down
Nerves are quaking, no mistaking,
Here Ill stake my ground

All night long theyre moaning
In their tattered clothing
And the horde is growing

It seems to me that all their lives
Was spent being noisy
And now they get to do it twice
Just to annoy me

The living dead
Are keeping me up at night
Theyre hanging around outside
Theyre probably mad theyve died

The living dead
Are gathering in the streets
Im buried beneath my sheets
Theyre making it hard to sleep

No More Kings - The Living Dead




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