Discos Undead

On the dark, cold streets
The freaks come out at night
Looking for the music
That will make them feel alive
It’s a shame that they don’t know it’s too late
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh, the only place for them is the grave
In the witching hour
When the pumpkins are a flame
You can hear the dead divas
And they’re singing out your name
They say that disco’s rising
Out of the grave
are going to eat your brain
Disco’s undead
Disco’s got a taste for human flesh
And it’s just not satisfied
Disco will devour you
And you’ll have no time to cry
So get down goblins, work it witches
Frankenstein go pop your stitches
Banshees, spooky
All you mummies show me your muscle
Disco’s undead