(Now what is the force of the Anti-Christ, which in the last of these days has the greatest appeal to the lust of the flesh. There's no doubt whatsoever. It's something called Rock N' Roll music.)
Black is back and love is dead Nothing left and that's okay I know the world is a grave Even in her own death She still smoked the cigarettes I know she can't take them there
Saturday night of the living dead and I'm so glad to (?) We are (?) for you baby Your god swore (?) Saturday night of the living dead
We get ourself tattoo'd with images of death you know the wicked never rest We'll listen to the music That no one seems to care it's our life and yes we're dead
Saturday night of the living dead and I'm so glad to (?) We are (?) for you baby Your god swore (?) Saturday night of the living dead
Whooaahh Hey Hey Hey Hey [4x]
Saturday night of the living dead and I'm so glad to (?) We are (?) for you baby Your god swore (?) Saturday night of the living dead
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