The Living Dead

This one goes out to the non-believers And night crawlers and coffin cheaters For the most lucid of dreamers It's hard to conceive of the terrifying scenes Behold the death wheelers Cat eyes lit, headlights full beam The car tires screeches They blew his mind as he went through the windscreen Blood-curdling screams Possessed speed demons, who do as they please Disturbing the peace Terrorizing locals, eluding police Mob Deep waged war on the streets Throwing up horns for the mark of the beast Unleashed outlaw bike fiends Who weave among the trees at breakneck speed Back at home, what they saying at the séance? And what's the payoff when you're meddling with chaos? Invoke spirits for your mother to converse with Dark devil arts and amphibian worship! Totally worth it Fully immersed, they neglecting the curse Poltergeist, afterlife ventriloquist Frog amulet, supernatural abilities Paranormal activities Children of the stones, bezzin' 'round seven witches Just a gang of delinquents Ripping up souls and scaring you shitless Maximus Leopardus Found while making out in the graveyard, kid Always been foolhardy The Prince of Darkness on a weaponized triumph Zombified, leader of the pack Leather-clad clan made a suicide pact But you've got to believe And ride free on that sweet machine Struck a deal like your man Johnny Blaze Rev'd up his engine and popped out the grave Like the prophecy said The back of his jacket read, "The living dead"