The Dead Are There
Take a little bit just for the thrill of it alright
Right foot forward walking out your front door it's not right
Move a little bit just for the thrill of it alright
Take a step closer hear the whisper though the floor your eyes wide
So hear her decadence
You're straying to the left
Try to keep your feet on the path
While you're kicking up grass walking up her porch
Move a little bit just for the thrill of it alright
Right foot forward walking out your front door it's not right
Hold me now
From the house of self destruction
It's harder than it's ever been
Say ‘I'm not gonna take it!'
Even though the dead are there I find myself on the stairs
It's not right
Take a little bit just for the kill of it
Move an inch closer hear ‘em whisper ‘little more'
It's not right
So feel the consequence
And deal with recompense thevies
And don't forget commonsense
When you're walking though the middle of a crowded room
