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