nevermind religion we've got other fields to plow
the jury's in the bleachers, and the magician's back in town
watch out kindly citizens they say the moon will fall
it'll smash this town to smithereens and then who you gonna call?

Here comes that old occult feeling
we're raising the dead, we're raising the dead

call to order secret cults, their intent still unknown
to those who reside within its ranks and to those who walk alone
I know that you know I know what other only feel
let's lock in some locket and bury it at sea

Here comes that old occult feeling
we're raising the dead, we're raising the dead

may I interrupt this dance?
are you shattered for the storm?
Have you braced for boys gone wild
can you convince me we're alive?
well, that's a lot of pressure to pin down on the world
Here's an introductory class on thinning the herd

We are what we say we are
we are what we say we are