You walk like a zombie

you talk like a zombie

its not in your head

you're a living dead

whatever you're gonna do

you're gonna make me cry



and you wanna hold hands

in the cemetery

and you wanna be lost

for all eternity

and everything is dark

and kind of scary

and you crave the full moon

but i don't care



and you want a mountaintop

with a little castle

and you wanna name our kids

morticia and fester

and all the flowers you bring

are always dead

and you howl at the moon

but i don't care



six feet under

you make me wonder

you wanna be undead

so you can be hunted

but whatever you're gonna do

i'm gonna follow you