Night of the Living Groove

...lock your doors... they're closing in... don't look back! Lights went out across the town. Now the dirt is shifting ground. They are coming, slow and mean. The scariest thing you've ever seen. Smell the decay on the cold night air. Dragging feet up every stair. They don't run, they don't hide. Got a hunger deep inside. See the fingers on the glass? They're moving faster, moving fast! Can you feel that heart attack? No turning 'round, no going back! Get up! Get down! Get out of the street! Get up! Get down! Feel the rhythm in your feet! Get up! Get down! They're chasing you, go! Night of the Living Groove! Gotta put on a show! Tried the phone, the lines were d**d. Better use the smarts in your head. All your friends are moving slow. Tell 'em where they gotta go. There's a dozen at the gate. Better run before it's too late. Yeah, they want you, that's the point. But you're the leader of this joint! See the fingers on the glass? They're moving faster, moving fast! Can you feel that heart attack? No turning 'round, no going back! "GO! GO! GO!" "DON'T STOP!" Get up! Get down! Get out of the street! Get up! Get down! Feel the rhythm in your feet! Get up! Get down! They're chasing you, go! Night of the Living Groove! Gotta put on a show! Don't you try to reason, don't you try to scream. The hunger's real, it's not a dream. Look around you—the whole street's gone. You're the last one standing 'til the dawn... Now move! Get up! Get down! Get out of the street! Get up! Get down! Feel the rhythm in your feet! Get up! Get down! They're chasing you, go! Night of the Living Groove! Gotta put on a show! ...they're still moving... still moving...