I see some dead people voting
I heard they're rising from their graves
I find it just a little joltin
Some kind of stiff election slaves

Don't go round tonight
Unless you take a light
There's some dead folks on the rise

I heard ghosts are at the polls now
Signing with invisible ink
Must be some corpses out to stroll now
I guess it's really gonna stink

Don't go round tonight
Unless you take a light
There's some corpses on the rise

If you ain't got your bones together
You still can vote after you die
It's part of the election weather
One lie piled on another lie

Don't go round tonight
Unless you take a light
There's some dead folks on the rise

Don't go round tonight
Unless you take a light
There's some corpses on the rise