Return of the Living Dead

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
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