You walk like a zombie
You talk like a zombie
It's not in your head
You're a living dead
Whatever you're gonna do
You're gonna make me cry

And you wanna hold hands in the cemetery
And you wanna be lost for all eternity
And everything is dark and kind of scary
And you crave the full moon
But I don't care

And you want a mountaintop with a little castle
And you wanna name our kids Morticia and Fester
And all the flowers you bring our always dead
And you howl at the moon, but I don't care

Six feet under
You make me wonder
You wanna be undead
So you can be hunted
But whatever you're gonna do I'm gonna follow you