Saturday Night of the Living Dead - Calabrese

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 smokes her cigarettes

I know she can’t taste a thing

Saturday night of the living dead

Our eyes roll back, deep inside

We got a plan now for you, baby

Your guts are what I’m craving

Saturday night of the living dead

We get ourself tattooed

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

Our eyes roll back, deep inside

We got a plan now for you, baby

Your guts are what I’m craving

Saturday night of the living dead

Whooaahh

Hey Hey Hey Hey (4x)

Saturday night of the living dead

Our eyes roll back, deep inside

We got a plan now for you, baby

Your guts are what I’m craving

Saturday night of the living dead

Whoahhh

Whoaahh

Whoahhh