"Zombie, cadaver, what does it matter?
I'm a spook, I'm a creep, the recently deceased
And I'm a creature, a curse, the body in the hearse
And I'm screaming bloody murder from the very first verse
And I'm your death, your dealer, your faithful deceiver
I got maggots on the brain but I can't complain
I go a spot in the cemetery
Baby, that's calling your name
Get your grave, get your grave on, baby
Start rotting away
I'm dying just to hear you say
Life's a grave, now dig it, baby"
Wednesday 13- Get Your Grave On
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2_DvtgL3Ao