Hey Joe, remember that geek back in '83?
Yeah, I know that stiff, I'll see him in hell
He was in DOA, that's what they say
But he was never the same after the accident

It was kind of messy, he bled pretty bad
And the way he twitched, I thought he was mad
But I made sure, he wasn't in pain
When I backed up the van, I squished him again

Dead men tell no tales
Dead men don't try blackmail
They smell bad and they're kind of pale
Yes, dead men tell no tales

Hey Joe, what about that gig on the East Coast?
Oh yeah, those slime balls, the ones you wanted to toast
They ripped us off and stole our van
Then they paid the cops to throw us in the can

But I was out for a beer when I saw those two
I could see they were looking for a geek to screw
But down in the alley, I caught 'em alone
You couldn't hear the chainsaw
When they screamed and moaned

Dead men tell no tales
Dead men don't try to blackmail
They can't rip ya off when they're 6 feet under
Dead men tell no tales

1 down, 2 down, 3 down, 4 down, 5 down
6 down, 7 down, 8 down, 9 down, 10 down

Dead men tell no tales
Dead men don't try blackmail
They smell bad and they're kind of pale
Yes, dead men tell no tales

Dead men tell no tales
Dead men don't try blackmail
They can't trash your van or drink your beer