[Intro – AM Radio Scan / Male Announcer] [radio dial sweeps through gospel, static, screaming, then silence] [Vintage Announcer] "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen..." "You're listening to W-D-E-A-D..." "Broadcasting at fifty thousand watts..." [STATIC CRACK] "From six feet underground." [Male Lead – Low Whisper] Turn it up. The dead got requests. [GRINDING GUITAR RIFF DROPS] [Verse 1] Black dial glowing in a Cadillac dash, Dead man's rhythm and a cigarette ash. Midnight mama with a razorblade smile, Dancing on the hood at the end of the dial. Cemetery towers sending signals below, Every rotten little frequency knows— I got a microphone wired to a dead man's jaw, Broadcasting dirty... WITHOUT A LAW! [Pre-Chorus] Tune— It— In! Turn— It— Up! Static in the blood— Never enough! One little click... One little scream... Welcome to the station— INSIDE YOUR DREAMS! [Chorus] GRAVEYARD RADIO! Turn it up— Let the dead boys go! GRAVEYARD RADIO! Shake those bones to the horror show! AM! FM! Straight from below! Crank that bastard— LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW! GRAVEYARD RADIO! No salvation— JUST ROCK 'N' ROLL! [Post-Chorus – Gang Vocals] W! D! E! A! D! [Lead] You're listening to... THE DEAD! [radio feedback] [Verse 2] Wolfman howling on the telephone line, Vampire baby says she's feeling fine. Frankenstein calling from a roadside booth— "Play something nasty!" Brother, that's the truth. Blacktop witches in a funeral train, Doing ninety-nine through the acid rain. Every cheap motel from here to hell Got the volume screaming— BREAK THAT DIAL! [Spoken Sample – Call-In Show] [telephone ringing] [Male Radio Host] Caller, you're on the air. [Distorted Female Caller] "Is this the station that wakes the dead?" [Male Lead] Depends. You sleeping? [pause] [Distorted Female Caller]] "Not anymore." [low laugh] [Male Lead] That's what I like to hear. [GUITAR SLAMS BACK IN] [Chorus] GRAVEYARD RADIO! Turn it up— Let the dead boys go! GRAVEYARD RADIO! Shake those bones to the horror show! AM! FM! Straight from below! Crank that bastard— LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW! GRAVEYARD RADIO! No salvation— JUST ROCK 'N' ROLL! [Breakdown – Crushing Half-Time Groove] TURN! That dial! BREAK! That glass! SHAKE! That hearse! BURN! That gas! [metallic percussion] [Gang] LOUDER! [Lead] Can't hear you! LOUDER! Still can't hear you! LOUDER! [feedback scream] [Lead] That's better. [Industrial Groove Section] [bass and kick lock into a filthy mechanical groove] [Lead – Rhythmic Speak-Sing] I got— Dead air! Bad prayers! Black boots! Nightmares! Hot rods! Cold graves! Everybody dancing— Like nobody gets saved! [Gang] HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! [Bridge – Emergency Broadcast Tone] [EAS-style alarm] [Government Male Voice] "This is not a test." "Citizens are instructed to discontinue use of all radio receivers." "The unauthorized broadcast appears to cause..." [static] "Unusual behavior." [Lead] Unusual? [low chuckle] Buddy... You ain't heard the chorus yet. [Final Chorus – Massive Layered Vocals] GRAVEYARD RADIO! Turn it up— Wake the world below! GRAVEYARD RADIO! Every freak gets a front-row show! AM! FM! Hell if I know! There's a thousand dead stations— AND WE RUN THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW! GRAVEYARD RADIO! No redemption! No control! GRAVEYARD RADIO! JUST ROCK 'N' FUCKIN' ROLL! [Final Gang Chant] TURN IT UP! (TURN IT UP!) WAKE 'EM UP! (WAKE 'EM UP!) TURN IT UP! (TURN IT UP!) [Lead] Let's wake the neighbors. [Gang] THEY'RE DEAD! [Lead] Exactly. [MASSIVE FINAL GUITAR HIT] [Outro – Radio Station Sign-Off] [vinyl crackle; distant thunder] [Vintage Announcer] "This concludes tonight's programming..." "W-D-E-A-D will return tomorrow evening..." [static intensifies] "Assuming tomorrow arrives." [low distorted laughter] [Male Lead – Whisper] Don't touch that dial. I'm coming back... After the funeral. [radio frequency collapses into static]
