The Living

The Living Hey there, dead man, meet the living Hey there, dead man, meet the living, uh Rich man's donkey trying to pay your fuc*** way Ain't no pity for the slave that put on his own chains, shit Hey there, dead man, meet the living, yeah (Woo) Hey there, dead man, you say I'm tripping (Yeah), haha Hey there, dead man, upstanding citizen You said I'm a fuc*** joke for saying I have dreams But the man he work for rich for the same thing, bitch Hey there, dead man, you tell me who's trippin' And the living say Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no And the living say Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no Hey there, zombie, meet the breathing You told me I should sit here and dig up my own grave But the funeral home, this is how they get paid, shit Hey there, zombie, meet the breathing Oh yeah, yeah And the living say Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no And the living say Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no, do-do Oh no, no, no, no And the living say