Night Of The Living Dead

Santa Monica Boulevard
Give me reason to exist
Give me slaughter on the avenue
Give me one last holy kiss

In this night
Night of the living dead
They come from the grave
To devour human flesh
They walk these streets of death
Arise in the shattered hour
Approach in the stealthy fog
Your fingertips like fire
In this frozen time of horror

Johnny took two quaaludes
And he laid down in the street
With his eyes almost half open
He could see them in his sleep

In this night
Night of the living dead
They wanted to take him home
To dress him in leather black
And black is the color of death
And death is the color of night
And night is where they reside
These men with young boy’s eyes
These young boys of the night

In this night
Night of the living dead
Night of the living dead
Night of the living dead
Night of the living