Resurrection Man

I was born in a cemetery And learned to walk on skulls and bones Was taught to speak by the living dead And raised beneath a funereal moon Horror stories, talking heads Segregate the living dead The living dead I'm a shadow on your brightest dreams A horse for Baron Samedi Pure voodoo economic hell I've come to pick your carcass clean Horror stories, talking heads Segregate the living dead Horror stories, talking heads Shilling for the thoroughbreds Racial strife and rising debts Segregate the living dead I'm the resurrection man A jackal in a three-piece suit Death and taxes for the damned Brought to heel beneath my boot So chase that carrot straight to hell The status that you're dying for And decorate your coffin well The system is a graveyard I'm Loki in the counting room Trickle-down narcotic doom Superfunds for cancer towns The bottom line is six feet down (I'm gonna bury you) (I'm gonna bury you) in barren ground Six feet down Horror stories, talking heads The living dead I'm gonna bury you Barren ground --- Resurrection Man - Lamb of God