There in the shadows, looks like a hand
Without its owner to give it a command
It's got a purpose, but I don't know what it is
I'm in trouble

There in the streets, looks like a man
But something wrong that I don't understand
His eyes are open, but he doesn't see a thing
His skin is peeling off; his bones are sticking out
I'm getting scared

Oh, my God (Is it dead?)
Is it living? (Is it dead?)
Is it dead or alive?
(Is it dead?), is it dead? (Is it dead?)
Is it dead? (Is it dead?)
Is it dead or alive?

Hiding in the cupboards like little mice
Hiding in the 'frigerator; that isn't nice
It's not an animal; it don't have legs
No one else can see it

It moves so fast, corner of my eye
Look again, it's gone; it's hiding
Won't somebody help me; doesn't anybody care?
It waits so patiently for me to lose my guard
I'm getting scared
Is it dead, is it
(Is it dead)
Is it dead
(Is it dead)
Is it dead or alive?

(Is it dead)
Is it dead
(Is it dead)
Is it dead, is it

I remember there was a time
When "dead" and "buried" meant just that
Underneath the cold, dark ground
Things stay put!

Oh, them bones, they make them bodies walk
Them bones, them bones
If they could only talk!

Is it dead, is it
(Is it dead)
Is it dead
(Is it dead)
Is it dead or alive?
Is it dead
[Fade]