Oh, I'm as sharp as a coronous needle, As I'm cold as a marble light, Skin is harsh as a rusted razor, A nightmare livin' in your mind.
Another page for the murderer's stories, A story that's filled up with terrible crimes, A dream of violent repetition, A desperado for your "Lord of the Flies".
[Chorus] You can't stop walking dead, it's true! Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!
I've buried cold undead men in the graveyard, A grim priest at a funeral pyre, So if I end up '6 deep' in the desert, I guess I'll see you in the afterlife.
So I'm headed south, to the Devil's door, I wanna turn the whole world around, To how it was before. Triple six is burnin', carvin' out my path, Into the secret, that's gonna cure my past.
[Chorus] You can't stop walking dead, it's true! Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!
How does it feel with your name on a tombstone, While you're surrounded by the livin' dead, Some kind of curse hangin' over your shoulders, I'll haunt you like a specter of regret.
The bells are ringing for the end of the line now, 'Cause I got rowing right down to Styx, But I don't care, I can kill anything, With a gun and a knife and a crucifix.
[Chorus x2] You can't stop walking dead, it's true! Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!