Back From The Dead

We're back from the dead Climbing from the coffin We don't come here often Or so it is said We're back from the grave Recovered from our coma More body than aroma It's life that we crave Watch our hearts pump as we go back into action (Go!) Giving satisfaction and getting some too Hear our blood roar as we roll a lucky seven From hell or from heaven, we're past but we're due (But we're due but we're due but we're due) We're back from the dead Putting up resitance Clinging to existence And ready for bed We're out of the shroud An end to the becalming Reversing the embalming And back with our crowd Nothing's more fun than flipping off the reaper (No!) We're back on our beeper heading straight for the top It's not so hard to avoid a mid-death crisis No coffee, no spices, but rock ‘till you drop (‘til you drop, ‘til you drop, til you drop) We're back and we're glad Nothing ever stops us We're our own synopsis And here to be had We're back from the dead And this time we're not stopping We've brought some corn for popping And we're banging your head Better off dead, still better off living (Yeah!) The gift keeps on giving and it's taking no more No time like the past, no rhyme like the present The first shall be last, and we're slamming death's door (-ming death's door, -ming death's door, -ming death's door)