I am the undead, I stumble cross the shore
A necromancer raised me from the grave but I can't see the sunshine, now at all
I've wandered far and near to find a cure
Been exorcised in Bangladesh, drunk anti-freeze in darkened doors
It sometimes seems to me
We copped it long ago
We're no good in public so lets go where the undead go
I'm Nosferatu, I wander on the moors
Woken by a witch-doctor, but I can't see a world of beauty any more
I've been here and there and back to find a cure
From Haitian shaman's forests to the pack of pills hidden in the bathroom drawer
It sometimes seems to me
We copped it long ago
We're not fit for public life
Lets go where the undead go