Verse:
Back from the dead, yeah the spirit is alive
Hero is revived, ain’t nowhere to hide
You should be terrified, yall ignorant like a pharaoh
I’ll be the arrow in your side, you arrogant, I’ll bury them alive
With their pride, like a feline, I’m like a carousel, a carnival ride
They say I’m for the clowns, but I’m accountable
That’s why I go around every time
Can’t hold me down, I will thrive
Rising out the ground, with one thing on my mind
I am hungry like I got the munchies
And when I look at you, it’s like I’m looking at a buffet line
I hear a dinner bell, I think it’s dinnertime
…
Who can I chomp on?
Who can I stomp on?
I was kicked when I was down, I was walked on
Now I’m on top and they back down
Tuck they tails, and disappear into the background
But I’ma bring the smackdown
Yeah, I’ma bring the smackdown

Chorus:
I am a zombie, I’m out of the ground
Yes they will copy, the style profound
I know they want me, they always around
It’s funny, cuz they used to call me - a clown
(x2)

There’s a free house I know, down an old country road,
Where the liquor is cheap, and the firelight burns low,
The floors tell a story of blood, sweat and tears,
Where the feet of our fathers will ring on for years.

Hold your head high,
We'll do or we'll die!

Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Ooohhh Ooohhh)
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
The feet of our fathers will live on in blood, sweat and tears!
So fight the fight and stand strong!

In the wake of our elders, we'll find our own way,
And carry the torch as we fight through the fray,
With hearts unafraid, and our courage to spare,
We'll taste the good life, and we'll live without care.

So prove yourself tough, prove yourself brave,
Stand with your family and fight ‘til the grave,
In the face of adversity, battles and brawls,
Prove yourself worthy and bold to the core.

Hold your head high,
We'll do or we'll die!

Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
The feet of our fathers will live on in blood, sweat and tears!
So fight the fight and stand strong!

In that free house we know, down the old country road,
Where the liquor is cheap, and the embers burn low,
The floors tell a story of blood, sweat and tears,
Where our feet will continue to ring on for years.

So Prove yourself tough,
Prove yourself brave,
Prove yourself tough,
Prove yourself brave,
Fight the fight and stand up strong!