when there's no more room down there in hell anymore old man lucifer's gonna laugh and slam the door leavin us to walk the earth when we die make this place a living hell for those left alive
it don't make no difference either way what do you think we're gonna save it don't take no death to end your life when you're born into the grave
chorus: return of the living dead
I stalk the dark and narrow path and that's for sure between the legs of someone's ill-begotten whore singin all my songs on this broken guitar funeral procession from bar-room to bar
it don't make no difference either way what do you think we're gonna save it don't take no death to end your life when you're born into the grave
it don't make no difference either way what do you think we're gonna save it don't take no death to end your life when you're born into the grave