There in the shadows, looks like a hand
  Without its owner, to give it a command
  It's got a purpose but I don't know what it is
  I'm in trouble
  
  There in the streets, looks like a man
  But something wrong that I don't understand
  His eyes are open but he don't see a thing
  His skin is peeling off, his bones are sticking out
  I'm getting scared
  
  Oh my god (Is it dead?)
  Is it living? (Is it dead?)
  Is it dead or alive?
  (Is it dead?), Is it dead? (Is it dead?)
  Is it dead? (Is it dead?)
  Is it dead or alive?
  
  Hiding in the cupboards, like little mice
  Hiding in the frigerator, that isn't nice
  It's not an animal, it don't have legs
  No one else can see it
  
  It moves so fast, corner of my eye
  Look again it's gone, it's hiding
  Won't somebody help me, doesn't anybody care?
  It waits so patiently, for me to lose my guard
  I'm getting scared
  
  Is it dead, is it
  (Is it dead)
  Is it dead
  (Is it dead)
  Is it dead or alive
  (Is it dead)
  Is it dead
  (Is it dead)
  Is it dead, is it
  
  I remember there was a time
  When dead and buried meant just that
  Underneath the cold dark ground
  Things stay put!
  
  Oh them bones they make them bodies walk
  Them bones, them bones
  If they could only talk!
  
  Is it dead