Back from the Dead

                                  We're back from the dead

Climbing from the coffin

We don't come here often

Or so it is said



We're back from the grave

Recovered from our coma

More body than aroma

It's life that we crave.



Watch our hearts pump as we go back into action (go!)

Giving satisfaction and getting some too

Hear our blood roar as we roll a lucky seven

From hell or from heaven, we're past but we're due

(But we're due but we're due but we're due)



We're back from the dead

Putting up resistance

Clinging to existence

And ready for bed



We're out of the shroud

An end to the becalming

Reversing the embalming

And back with our crowd



Nothing's more fun than flipping off the reaper (no!)

We're back on our beeper heading straight for the top

It's not so hard to avoid a mid-death crisis

No coffee, no spices, but rock 'till you drop

('Til you drop, 'til you drop, til you drop)



We're back and we're glad

Nothing ever stops us

We're our own synopsis

And here to be had



We're back from the dead

And this time we're not stopping

We've brought some corn for popping

And we're banging your head



Better off dead, still better off living (yeah!)

The gift keeps on giving and it's taking no more

No time like the past, no rhyme like the present

The first shall be last, and we're slamming death's door

(-ming death's door, -ming death's door, -ming death's door)