Suicidal Tendencies

Kept in the guard of mother natures womb
Resting in the safety of their tomb
Sheltered by six feet of soil and rock
The spade is the key with which their gate well unlock
Why should they be resting so peacefully
When were up above in pure misery
I dont care that theyve already died
Thats not enough to make me satisfied
So we wait till the stroke of the midnight hour
Then well unleas the darkest of power
Hells gates will open a new judgment day
Now is the time that the dead will pay
Why should they be resting so peacefully
When were up above in pure misery
I dont care that theyve already died
Thats not enough to make me satisfied
Waking the dead, waking the dead, waking the dead
All rise!
Hells gates open the earth trembles and shakes
Now their pardons are over they pray for their mistakes
Mausoleums firebombed now rage in flames
When the dead come out their bodies well maim
Chorus
Rob-robbing their graves stealing their bones
Bang-banging our heads to their screams and their moans
Fix-fixing the wounds that even time cannot heal
Soon-soon we will know how good it feels
This is not damnation or an act of god
Now the dead they rise ripping through the sod
Purgatory has to wait, but how can this be
The dead are free-the dead are free!
Chorus
Waking the dead-you said that it wouldnt be
Waking the dead-you said that we wouldnt see
Waking the dead-now the dead stand before our own eyes
Silence is blaring the earth opens wide
History repeats, reburied they die