Resurrection Man - Lamb Of God

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 funeral 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