Текст песни No More Kings - The Living Dead

The living dead
Are keeping me up at night
They’re hanging around outside
They’re probably mad they’ve died

The living dead
Are gathering in the streets
I’m buried beneath my sheets
They’re 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
They’re hanging around outside
They’re probably mad they’ve died

The living dead
Are gathering in the streets
I’m buried beneath my sheets
They’re making it hard to sleep

Scratching, scraping, groans they’re making
My head is aching now
Claws are raking, walls are shaking
And they’re breaking down
Nerves are quaking, no mistaking,
Here I’ll stake my ground

All night long they’re 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
They’re hanging around outside
They’re probably mad they’ve died

The living dead
Are gathering in the streets
I’m buried beneath my sheets
They’re making it hard to sleep