(Living) (dead) (Dead) (Living) (dead) (Dead) (Living) (dead) (Dead) (Living) (dead) (Living) living dead There's the food, there's the bread What more could I need? It's in my head, I've heard it said But still my spirit bleeds I need life blood I'm old enough to see the lies The world is so confused We play the game, it's called success I'm thoroughly amused I still need life blood CHORUS Ironic as it might seem to your head Some people think they're alive They're only living dead I am a man, I'm made from dust I breathe and live and die And through the door painted by death You're going to fail or fly You need life blood CHORUS CHORUS I am a man, I'm made from dust I breathe and live and die