people...just ain't learnin'
corpses...been upturnin'
whoa...sure been squirmin'
cause these homes don't belong

dead ones...down there lyin'
then those builders...send stones flyin'
sure...you'd be churnin'
cause these homes don't belong

they're so damn mad when people tore up their nest
that they climbed back to earth just to moan and protest
those jerks oughta know...if a grave, don't molest
but those homes start risin'
though beneath is pious ground

screechers..they start screechin'
reachers...they start reachin'
whoa..worse than vermin
but these homes don't belong

dozers...keep on shovin'
beneath here...many dozen
sleepin'...but now creepin'
cause these homes don't belong

its so damn sad they picked the spot where'd they'd lain
cause they've come back to earth and they intend to complain
and no one would buy 'em if they had half a brain
but those homes start risin'
though beneath is pious ground..whew
though beneath is pious ground
ain't no fun when dead come 'round...oh no
underneath is pious ground
just can't keep those bodies down
(they'll sho nuff try)
why'd they dig up pious ground
sure-fire way to bring 'em 'round