[Intro – Police Scanner / Engine Rumble] [AM static → distant V8 engines] [Dispatcher] "All units, be advised..." "Multiple vehicles reported traveling east on Route 13." "No headlights..." "No license plates..." [static] "And witnesses claim the drivers are..." [signal breaks apart] [Female Whisper] Dead? [engine revs] That's never stopped anybody before. [MASSIVE GUITAR RIFF] [Verse 1] Black boots kicking on a Cadillac door, Six-six-six on the odometer. Graveyard dirt underneath my nails, Got thirteen ghosts riding on my tail. Dashboard devil with a bobblehead grin, Radio screaming, LET THE NIGHT BEGIN! White-line fever and a cemetery tan— Baby, meet your... BLACKTOP NECROMANCER! [Pre-Chorus] Raise 'em up! Wake 'em up! Drag those bones from underground! Shake 'em up! Break 'em up! Make those dead boys make some sound! [Whisper] Mama's taking everybody... For a ride. [Chorus] BLACKTOP NECROMANCER! Raise the dead— Then make 'em dance! BLACKTOP NECROMANCER! Hell ain't got a second chance! Chrome-black hearse— Red-line fever— Dead man's hand on the radio receiver! HEY! Dig that grave! HEY! Roll that stone! BLACKTOP NECROMANCER— BRING THOSE BAD BOYS HOME! [Post-Chorus – Gang Chant] WAKE! (THE DEAD!) SHAKE! (THE DEAD!) RAISE! (THE DEAD!) [Female Lead] Now put 'em behind the wheel. [Verse 2] Two-headed preacher in a funeral suit, Werewolf drummer with combat boots. Vampire girls in the backseat row, Doing ninety-nine where the dead winds blow. Skeleton hand hanging out the side, Middle finger waving at the great divide. Town-line sign says: TURN BACK FAST! Too damn late— We already passed. [Pre-Chorus] Raise 'em up! Wake 'em up! Hear those coffins hit the ground! Shake 'em up! Break 'em up! Let that resurrection pound! [Female Lead] You buried 'em quiet... I brought 'em back LOUD! [Chorus] BLACKTOP NECROMANCER! Raise the dead— Then make 'em dance! BLACKTOP NECROMANCER! Hell ain't got a second chance! Chrome-black hearse— Red-line fever— Dead man's hand on the radio receiver! HEY! Dig that grave! HEY! Roll that stone! BLACKTOP NECROMANCER— BRING THOSE BAD BOYS HOME! [Spoken Interlude – Local News Broadcast] [television static] [Male Reporter] "Residents are advised to remain indoors." "Do not approach the procession." "Do not attempt communication with the occupants." "And whatever you do..." [static] "Do not follow the woman driving the black Cadillac." [brief silence] [Female Lead] Aw... He noticed me. [tires squeal] [Breakdown – Crushing Half-Time] DIG! 'EM! UP! [shovel strike] DRAG! 'EM! OUT! [chains slam] FILL! THAT! TANK! [Gang] WITH WHAT?! [Lead] DOUBT! [guitar dive-bomb] [Gang Stomp] Dead on the left! HEY! Dead on the right! HEY! Dead in the backseat— PARTY ALL NIGHT! Dead at the wheel! HEY! Dead on arrival! [Lead] Turn up the stereo— WELCOME TO REVIVAL! [Bridge – Female Spoken / Low Bass Pulse] They told me resurrection required... Candles. Ancient words. Sacrifice. [engine idles] Turns out... All you really need... Is eight cylinders... A full tank... And something loud enough... To wake the cemetery. [engine ROARS] [Final Chorus – Full Freakshow Choir] BLACKTOP NECROMANCER! Raise the dead— Then make 'em dance! BLACKTOP NECROMANCER! Put some thunder in those pants! Chrome-black hearse— Red-line fever— Hellbound choir through a blown-out speaker! HEY! Crack that grave! HEY! Roll that stone! BLACKTOP NECROMANCER— BRING THE WHOLE DAMN CEMETERY HOME! [Final Chant] WAKE THE DEAD! (WAKE THE DEAD!) WAKE THE DEAD! (WAKE THE DEAD!) WAKE THE DEAD! [music stops] [Female Whisper] You're welcome. [FINAL RIFF EXPLODES] [Outro – Police Scanner] [engines disappearing into distance] [Dispatcher] "Unit Twelve, report." [static] "Unit Twelve?" [long silence] [Distorted Male Voice] "We're... joining the procession." [radio squeal] [Female Voice, distant] Atta boy. [engine shifts gear → tires scream → CLICK]
