(Now what is the force of the Anti-Christ, which in the last of these days has the greatest appeal to the lust of the flesh. There's no doubt whatsoever. It's something called Rock N' Roll music.) Black is back and love is dead Nothing left and that's okay I know the world is a grave Even in her own d**h She still smoked the cigarettes I know she can't take them there Saturday night of the living dead and I'm so glad to ------ ------ (??) We all planned it for you baby Your god swore our wedding (?) Saturday night of the living dead We get ourself tatto'd with images of d**h you know the wicked never rest We'll listen to the music That no one seems to care it's our life and yes we're dead Saturday night of the living dead and I'm so glad to ------ ------ (??) We all planned it for you baby Your god swore our wedding (?) Saturday night of the living dead Whooaahh Hey Hey Hey Hey (4x) Saturday night of the living dead and I'm so glad to ------ ------ (??) We all planned it for you baby Your god swore our wedding (?) Saturday night of the living dead Whoahhh Whoaahh Whoahhh