We’ve all been buried once or twice
Our rotting skin, it is as cold as ice
We are the undead (that’s what I said)
And your brain tastes nice.

We’ll be called forth when the time is right
We’ll be around just to cause a fright and then maybe
(Since we’re undead)
We’ll grab a bite.

Your flesh is a delicious meal
We crave it more than pies
Sometimes, though, I find I feel
That I’d like it better with fries.

(We are undead)

Don’t want no venison or veal
With humans in supply
I like when you squirm and squeal
As I’m chowin’ down on your thighs.

We unearth ourselves from gravesites
Tell CNN about our plight
Because we’re undead (proud and undead)
And we still have rights
We’re what you most dread (hungry undead)
And we feed all night
We are the undead (funky undead)
And we will backbite.