[Verse 1]
Dead asleep, the city dreams
Holding up its arms like limbs of steel
Mountains rise like mounds of sand
The boiling sea has swallowed up the land
[Chorus]
On the eighth day
On the eighth day
Dancing dead are knocking on my door
In acid rain, they came to mourn
To raise the flag, to raise the tune
You know they'll be here...
The eighth day
The eighth day
[Verse 2]
Hollow homes and gloomy streets
The people next door are looking more like circus freaks
On the eighth day
Echoes of the midnight chime
The clock moves on, but what a waste of time
[Chorus]
On the eighth day
On the eighth day
Dancing dead are knocking on my door
In acid rain, they came to mourn
To raise the flag, to raise the tune
You know they'll be here soon
Dead asleep, the city dreams
Holding up its arms like limbs of steel
Mountains rise like mounds of sand
The boiling sea has swallowed up the land
[Chorus]
On the eighth day
On the eighth day
Dancing dead are knocking on my door
In acid rain, they came to mourn
To raise the flag, to raise the tune
You know they'll be here...
The eighth day
The eighth day
[Verse 2]
Hollow homes and gloomy streets
The people next door are looking more like circus freaks
On the eighth day
Echoes of the midnight chime
The clock moves on, but what a waste of time
[Chorus]
On the eighth day
On the eighth day
Dancing dead are knocking on my door
In acid rain, they came to mourn
To raise the flag, to raise the tune
You know they'll be here soon
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