Spork Kills - Night of the Hip N Dead

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Published May 5, 2009

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LYRICS:

When the night falls And all the children's parents turn their lights off A fog is building where the afterlife calls home Where the white carved stones Cover almost every inch of fine lawn grown Half the people fast asleep and dreamin' all their nice thoughts Alley cats are creepin', shriekin' awful night songs It almost seems as if the teeny hints of life's gone The secret is that anyone believin' this is quite wrong Cause that's when the freaks come out Seize the town and people scream and shout When the peeps six feet deep leave the ground To leap around the street to the beats and sounds There's nothing that'll keep 'em down Or make 'em go back into the tomb and stay Cause as long as the music plays then it moves the graves That's what you call radioactive

Start tremblin' Your heart rate descends and then Your skin is leatherin' Then you're dead again That's when we begin to roam And rock out from the catacomb

All hell's breakin' loose Tell satan to vamoose We're celebratin' spooks Elevatin' ghouls and the ghosts in white Into the high rankin' socialites who control the night We're supposed to frighten most just like them poltergeists Little kiddies close their eyes, older guys are so surprised When they see the folk's arisin' dudes stay stiller Statuesque to have your legs like two great pillars It's a new wave "Thriller" When the dance floor chants for the doomsday chiller You might be sick but lou's way iller While you're tryin' to write a hit, my group makes killers Who's to say bein' dead's no fun I guess no one, spooks can play too But they get no sun when the red glow comes The cemetary empties like techno clubs

There's no get away There's no get away There's no get away From the dead awake

Start tremblin' Your heart rate descends and then Your skin is leatherin' Then you're dead again That's when we begin to roam And rock out from the catacomb Boo!

Director: Donlee Brussel Producer: Tommy Sobel Executive Producer: Max Meehan DP: Matt Kubas Choreographer: Ashley Fisher Editor and Colorist: Brandon Driscoll-Luttringer