Dungeon

Down in Argentina, far away from everyone
The doctor has his lab, where he keeps his little one
They were raised by rats and worms, in a junkyard down below
Locked up in the dungeon, there's no place they can go

Say a prayer for the living dead...

The mad professor and his wife
They just can't help it, science is their life
They don't care who lives or dies
Doing their experiments on people, instead of mice

Never learned to cry, never seen the sky
A pile of starving half humans, dying where they lie
You never learned to care, this is all you know
How can you be blamed, reach another low

The mad professor and his wife
They just can't help it, science is their life
They don't care who lives or dies
They do it like his father used to...in the old days

As soon as one is gone, you have another one
You don't even know, if it's your daughter or your son
It's not easy like before to find material for research
Like others go to work, you set another child to birth

Say a prayer for the living dead...