(Blood-sucking vampires
Crawling out of graves to live on the bodies of helpless victims
Is the secret…)
Among the dead
Among the dead
Among the dead
We will rise
If you count me out you better think again
You better realize now that I ain’t stoppin'
This is where I start, this where I begin
This is where you stop, this is where you end
I woke up in a downtown street
We were crashed out livin' in rubble
Broken bones, broken homes
Broken kid’s livin' in the jungle
Nineteen eighty seven in the East Bay cold as hell it’s the middle of summer
Me and Jesse and Matt and Dave Mello, he was the drummer
Momma said you better watch your back boy
Keep your head up and be a shot blocker
On the outside lookin' in with the freaks and the thugs and all the punk rockers
So I’m outta step in this world so step back man I ain’t gonna warn ya
Here’s a message for the disenfranchised of East Bay California
(Chorus)
Let me tell you somethin' about the East Bay
It’s California but it ain’t sunny
All my dreams came crashin' down I’m outta home my street got no money
Got no band, ain’t got no one around, and all the music is gone man
Nowhere to sleep, on the graft wonderin' what the fuck went wrong now
I know what it’s like to walk among the dead
I’m alone in total isolation
No ones there, is this my final destination?
Old man preachin' bout war and peace and the path and total damnation
I always seem to get up and get out and survive in every situation
(Chorus)
And then one day Matt says «Let's get the band together, let’s do this one more
time, son»
Ok, that sounds good
Let’s give it a try, let’s give it one more run
They got no rides
We got drums
We got guitars
We got the songs
We got the songs
We got the songs
We got the songs
All night long
(Chorus)