Lyrics Saturday Night of the Living Dead - Calabrese

Saturday Night of the Living Dead

Black is back and love is dead
Nothing left and that’s okay
I know the world is a grave
Even in her own death
She still smokes her cigarettes
I know she can’t taste a thing
Saturday night of the living dead
Our eyes roll back, deep inside
We got a plan now for you, baby
Your guts are what I’m craving
Saturday night of the living dead
We get ourself tattooed
With images of death
You know the wicked never rest
We’ll listen to the music
That no one seems to care
It’s our life and yes we’re dead
Saturday night of the living dead
Our eyes roll back, deep inside
We got a plan now for you, baby
Your guts are what I’m craving
Saturday night of the living dead
Whooaahh
Hey Hey Hey Hey (4x)
Saturday night of the living dead
Our eyes roll back, deep inside
We got a plan now for you, baby
Your guts are what I’m craving
Saturday night of the living dead
Whoahhh
Whoaahh
Whoahhh