Satan's Daughter

Boss's daughter went for a stroll
 Got drunk and fell in a hole
 Gravediggers didn't know
 So they buried her from head to toe
 Didn't scream didn't make a sound
 No wonder she can't be found
 Judging from the boss's stare
 Someone better get her outta there
 Satan's daughter's buried alive
 Zombies went lookin' first
 Drivin' 'round in a beat up hearse
 They returned without a trace
 Shoulda seen the look on his face
 Next in line was the ghouls and ghosts
 All they found was a head on a post
 Werewolves must save the day
 Or there's gonna be hell to pay
 The job was ours we were on the case
 Sniffin' 'round all over the place
 We used our claws to dig in the dirt
 Prayin' hard that she wasn't hurt
 Boss was sad didn't get outta bed
 Thought for sure that she was dead
 Then we heard a faint heart beat
 Dug more and we found her feet