Текст Mad Heads – Undertakers Party

Down little quiet street in old house was undertaker’s office and as we’re hanging around
We were peering through the windows, staring at wreaths at white expensive coffins and cheap plain biers.

Once on a summer night about quarter to ten we heard a creak and in the doorway there was a man

Dance with the dead, swing with the dead
Sway with the dead at undertaker’s party
Rock with the dead, roll with the dead
Jump till you dead at undertaker’s party»

We gotta run but our feet froze to the floor he pulled us in and there was no way back anymore
We saw the corpses shuffling all over the hall the music started and we’d got to have a ball.

And we danced with the dead, swung with the dead
Swayed with the dead at undertaker’s party.
Rocked with the dead, rolled with the dead
Jumped till we dead at undertaker’s party.

The undertaker was a lonely man and that’s why he made a company for him of dead zombiefied
We shared the community and it’s not a lick bad so welcome to the party where you can with the dead.

And we danced with the dead, swung with the dead
Swayed with the dead at undertaker’s party.
Rocked with the dead, rolled with the dead
Jumped till we dead at undertaker’s party.

And we danced with the dead, swung with the dead
Swayed with the dead at undertaker’s party.
Rocked with the dead, rolled with the dead