I

was 

born

in

a

ce-

me-

te-

ry

And

learned

to

 walk

on 

skulls

and

 bones

Was 

taught

to

 speak

by

the 

li-

ving

dead

And

raised 

be-

neath

 a

fu-

ne-

ral

moon

Hor-

ror

sto-

ries,

 tal-

king 

heads

Seg-

re-

gate

 the

 li-

ving

dead

The

li-

ving

 dead

I'm

a

sha-

dow

on

your

brigh-

test

dreams

A

horse

for

Ba-

ron

Sa-

me-

di

Pure

voo-

doo,

e-

co-

no-

mic

hell

I've

come

to

pick

your

car-

cass

clean

Hor-

ror

sto-

ries,

tal-

king

heads

Seg-

re-

gate

the

li-

ving

dead,

Hor-

ror

sto-

ries,

tal-

king

heads

Shil-

ling

for

the

thorough

-

breds

Ra-

cial

strife

and

ri-

sing

debts

Seg-

re-

gate

the

li-

ving

dead

I'm

the

re-

sur-

rec-

tion

man

A

ja-

ckal

in

a

three-

piece

suit

Death

and

ta-

xes

for

the

damned

Brought

to

heel

be-

neath

my

boot

So

chase

that

car-

rot

straight

to

hell

The

sta-

tus

that

you're

dy-

ing

for

And

de-

co-

rate

your

cof-

fin

well

The

sys-

tem

is

a

grave-

yard

I'm

Lo-

ki

in

the

coun-

ting

room

Trickle

-

down

nar-

co-

tic

doom

Su-

per-

funds

for

can-

cer

towns

The

bot-

tom

line

is

six

feet

down

I'm

gon-

na

bu-

ry

you

I'm

gon-

na

bu-

ry

you

In

bar-

ren

ground

Six

feet

down

Ho-

rror

sto-

ries,

tal-

king

heads

The

li-

ving

dead

I'm

gon-

na

bu-

ry

you

Bar-

ren

ground