Wake up baby and taste the dirt 
                  
we're six feet under and still in love 
               
the day [bad word] 
                                       
we belong with the living dead of the night

Hear the outlaw ghoul and his cane 
crashing our casket to find his way 
the day [bad word] 
we belong with the living dead of the night

              
Hold on to me baby 
                             
his bony hands will do you no harm 
it said in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one

The outlaw ghoul: 

wake up my darling your time is up 
follow my riders into the dark 
the day [bad word] 
we belong with the living dead of the night

The outlaw ghoul: 

long time ago 
you called upon the tombstones 
gambling with your soul for nothing 
and now you're walking through the valley of the death 
but see how beautiful you are 
skinny blue and grey in love 
you'll walk among the outlaw bandits 
until you meet the nameless one

The day has [bad word]