The living dead Are keeping me up at night They're hanging around outside They're probably mad they've died The living dead Are gathering in the streets I'm buried beneath my sheets They're making it hard to sleep I hear them shuffle in the crowd But do they have to be so loud? It seems to me that all their life Was spent being noisy And now they get to do it twice Just to annoy me The living dead Are keeping me up at night They're hanging around outside They're probably mad they've died The living dead Are gathering in the streets I'm buried beneath my sheets They're making it hard to sleep Scratching, scraping, groans they're making My head is aching now Claws are raking, walls are shaking And they're breaking down Nerves are quaking (all night long they're moaning) No mistaking (in their tattered clothing) Here I'll stake my ground (and the horde is growing) It seems to me that all their life Was spent being noisy And now they get to do it twice Just to annoy me The living dead Are keeping me up at night They're hanging around outside They're probably mad they've died The living dead Are gathering in the streets I'm buried beneath my sheets They're making it hard to sleep Oh, the living dead The living dead The living dead The living dead