(woah oh)
See them creep out tonight like you see them walk the streets
These children of the undead look dress for the endless Halloweens
And this horror-like production takes total dedication
Of hot clothes and pale complexions
Rock jet black hair to match their make up.

And who can blame them?
They walk through asphalt cemeteries
in zombie fashions.
They must have been born that way
(woah oh)
So can you hear me?
Well can you get hip to what i'm saying?
These fashion zombies will walk this world alone.

So lock those doors and windows,
they crawl the monster shop
for tight black jeans and spikey belts
and scissors for the seldom cut.
And there is no explaination,
these creatures are just victims
dressed in expensive fashions
to look like they crawled out of coffins.

And who can blame them?
They walk through asphalt cemeteries.
in zombie fashions.
They must have been born that way
(woah oh)
So can you hear me?
Well can you get hip to what i'm saying?
These fashion zombies will walk this world alone.

(spoken)
Darkness falls throughout the land
the midnight hour is close at hand.
Creatures crawl in search of blood
to acessorize their black zipper hood.
All monster children
with monster faces
are looking for love in all the wrong places.
(laughter)

And who can blame them
And who can blame them?
They walk through asphalt cemeteries.
in zombie fashions.
They must have been born that way
(woah oh)
So can you hear me?
well can you get hip to what i'm saying?
These fashion zombies don't walk this world alone.
So can you hear me?
Well can you get hip to what i'm saying?
These fashion zombies dont' walk this world alone.