Among the Dead
Blood sucking vampires
Crawling out of graves
To live on the bodies
Of helpless victims
Is the secret to eternal life
Just around that corner?
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
If you count me out
You better think again
You better realize now
That I ain't stoppin'
This is where I start
This where I begin
This is where you stop
This is where you end
I woke up in a downtown street
We were crashed out livin' in rubble
Broken bones, broken homes
Broken kids livin' in the jungle
1987 in the East Bay
Cold as hell it's the middle of summer
Me and Jesse and Matt and Dave Mello
He was the drummer
My momma said "you better watch your back boy
Keep your head up and be a shot blocker"
On the outside lookin' in
With the freaks and the thugs
And all the punk rockers
So I'm outta step in this world
So step back man, I ain't gonna warn ya
Here's a message for the disenfranchised
East Bay, California
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Let me tell you somethin' about the East Bay
It's California, but it ain't sunny
All my dreams came crashin' down
I'm outta home, my street got no money
Ain't got no band, ain't got no one around
And all the music is gone, man
Nowhere to sleep, on the graft
Wonderin' what the fuck went wrong now
Know what it's like to walk among the dead?
I'm alone in total isolation
No one's there
Is this my final destination?
Old man preachin' 'bout war and peace
And the path and total damnation
I always seem to get up and get out and survive
In every situation
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And then one day Matt says
"Let's get the band together
Let's do this one more time, son"
Ok, that sounds good
Let's give it a try
Let's give it one more run
We got garage
We got the drums
We got guitars
We got the songs
We got the songs
We got the songs
We got the songs
All night long
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Crawling out of graves
To live on the bodies
Of helpless victims
Is the secret to eternal life
Just around that corner?
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
If you count me out
You better think again
You better realize now
That I ain't stoppin'
This is where I start
This where I begin
This is where you stop
This is where you end
I woke up in a downtown street
We were crashed out livin' in rubble
Broken bones, broken homes
Broken kids livin' in the jungle
1987 in the East Bay
Cold as hell it's the middle of summer
Me and Jesse and Matt and Dave Mello
He was the drummer
My momma said "you better watch your back boy
Keep your head up and be a shot blocker"
On the outside lookin' in
With the freaks and the thugs
And all the punk rockers
So I'm outta step in this world
So step back man, I ain't gonna warn ya
Here's a message for the disenfranchised
East Bay, California
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Let me tell you somethin' about the East Bay
It's California, but it ain't sunny
All my dreams came crashin' down
I'm outta home, my street got no money
Ain't got no band, ain't got no one around
And all the music is gone, man
Nowhere to sleep, on the graft
Wonderin' what the fuck went wrong now
Know what it's like to walk among the dead?
I'm alone in total isolation
No one's there
Is this my final destination?
Old man preachin' 'bout war and peace
And the path and total damnation
I always seem to get up and get out and survive
In every situation
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And then one day Matt says
"Let's get the band together
Let's do this one more time, son"
Ok, that sounds good
Let's give it a try
Let's give it one more run
We got garage
We got the drums
We got guitars
We got the songs
We got the songs
We got the songs
We got the songs
All night long
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
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Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong
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