Saturday Night Of The Living Dead – Calabrese – letras

[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 deadNothing left and that’s okayI know the world is a graveEven in her own deathShe still smoked the cigarettesI know she can’t take them thereSaturday night of the living deadand I’m so glad to —— —— (??)We are —– for you babyYour god swore ——- (?)Saturday night of the living deadWe get ourself tatto’dwith images of deathyou know the wicked never restWe’ll listen to the musicThat no one seems to careit’s our life and yes we’re deadSaturday night of the living deadand I’m so glad to —— —— (??)We are —– for you babyYour god swore ——- (?)Saturday night of the living deadWhooaahhHey Hey Hey Hey (4x)Saturday night of the living deadand I’m so glad to —— —— (??)We are —– for you babyYour god swore ——- (?)Saturday night of the living deadWhoahhhWhoaahhWhoahhh