Land of the Dead

The Minotaur is my butler, the Cyclops my valet.
A centaur drives my chariot that takes me down the way.
O’er a river made of fire, through a street that’s paved in bones.
I’ve got a dozen zombie skeletons to walk me to my throne.

In the land of the dead. Heck, boy ain’t it grand?
I’m the overlord of the underworld, ’cause I hold horror’s hand.
In the land of the dead, I’m dark-side royalty.
I’m far renowned in the underground and you can’t
take that from me.
Whoa! Whoa. Whoa! Whoa. Whoa! Whoa.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

Cerberus, my lap dog, is loyal as can be.
My bed is made of skulls.
I’m in the lap of luxury.
I’ve got a dragon’s blood Jacuzzi the Gargons think is cool
and a seven-headed Hydra living in my swimming pool!
In the land of the dead. Heck, boy ain’t it grand?
I’m the overlord of the underworld, ’cause I hold horror’s hand.
In the land of the dead, I’m dark-side royalty.
I’m far renowned in the underground and you can’t
take that away from me.

No, you can’t take that from me.

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