Gama Bomb - Living Dead In Beverly Hills Lyrics

Body bags by the swimming pool
Cadaver boys
Bikini ghouls
Hot sunshine, flesh gone cold
New diet plan
Never grow old
Hot tub filled with boiling blood
Limbo night
In hollywood
I'm ready for my autopsy
Mister DeMille
Can't you see?

I'm living dead
Living dead and lovin' that I'm killin' for a livin' for the mother-lovin' livin' for the thrill
I'm living dead
Living dead in Beverly Hills

Private service for a superstar
Puppet show
With a cad-av-ar
Muscle mary, hear my prayer
Shed this flesh
But don't touch the hair
Mansion windows full of flame
Getting old
But look the same
Turn my head right round the back
Streep on the streets
Goldie in the sack

I'm living dead
Living dead and willing for the killing so fulfilling like the king of the hill
I'm living dead
Living dead in Beverly Hills