There's a plague in this city
The walking dead are alive
In the streets of Oakland tonight
And we'll die in this city
Building the graves with the bones
From the houses we once called our homes
We all go out in the night
When the lights are so bright
We all go out in the city
Where the lights are so pretty
And we'll dine in this city
Off of the bones from the graves
Of the houses we once tried to save
And we'll dine on the ashes
Off of the graves and the bones
From the houses we once called our homes
We all go out in the night
When the lights are so bright
We all go out in the city
Where the lights are so pretty