[Intro: Horror-punk male lead, buzzsaw guitars, whoa-oh backing vocals] Hey, hey, Halloween, a basement on Fourth Street Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, everybody on your feet [Verse 1: Horror-punk male lead, fast and snarling over pounding punk drums] It's a basement show on Halloween, a dollar at the door Forty kids in leather jackets packed from stairs to floor There's a band called Grave Robber and they're tunin' way too long And a guy in back with folded arms who hates the opening song Then the stairs start makin' noises like they're draggin' down a leg And the first one through the doorway is the mailman, Mister Gregg Then there's ten of 'em, then twenty, with those milky little eyes And the singer yells the dead are here and nobody's surprised [Pre-Hook: Horror-punk male lead, building, bass guitar driving] Let your jaw hang loose and your knees go wrong Throw your weight around like you been gone all along Bleed a little, stumble, bang your head on the beam Whatever you do down here, don't you dare stand clean [Hook: Horror-punk male lead, full band, whoa-oh backing vocals] Don't look alive in a basement full of dead Swing like a corpse, let 'em bite the guy in back instead In a pit this mean they can't tell the dead from the crew So mosh like you're already gone, that's how you make it through [Verse 2: Horror-punk male lead, faster, buzzsaw guitars] So we did the thing we do on every Friday anyhow Bled and lurched and swung our elbows, drooled a bit and took a bow And the dead came through the pit and couldn't tell us from their own Grabbed a shoulder, took a sniff, and shrugged, and left the kid alone But the guy in back with folded arms who never moved a hair Who just stood there lookin' bored and judgin' everybody there Well, he looked the most alive of anybody in the room And they found him in a second like a lighthouse in the gloom [Hook: Horror-punk male lead, full band, whoa-oh backing vocals] Don't look alive in a basement full of dead Swing like a corpse, let 'em bite the guy in back instead In a pit this mean they can't tell the dead from the crew So mosh like you're already gone, that's how you make it through [Breakdown: Horror-punk male lead, pit split, a lone snare tick while the room parts, then both halves crash together] Split the room in half, the livin' left, the dead to the right Nobody knows which half is which and nobody asks tonight Hey, hold the line, hold the line, wait for the guitar to bite Now run it at the middle and collide, collide, collide [Hook: Horror-punk male lead, full band, whoa-oh backing vocals] Don't look alive in a basement full of dead Swing like a corpse, let 'em bite the guy in back instead In a pit this mean they can't tell the dead from the crew So mosh like you're already gone, that's how you make it through [End]
