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 (keep me up at night)
They're hanging around outside (I think they're)
They're probably mad they've died (mad they've died)

The living dead
Are gathering in the streets (gathering in the sheets)
I'm buried beneath my sheets (they're making it)
They're making it hard to sleep (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, (all night long they're moaning)
No mistaking (in their tattered clothing)
Here I'll stake my ground (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

Oh, they're mad they've died

The living dead
Are keeping me up at night (keep me up at night)
They're hanging around outside (they're hanging around)
They're probably mad they've died (they're mad they've died)

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

Oh the living dead
(gathering in the sheets)
The living dead
(they're making it hard to sleep)
The living dead
The living dead