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Back from the dead, goin to the show
I cant feel my pulse but Im still gonna go
Im clinically deceased but I dont give a fk
Im a flesh-creepin horror and Im ready to rock!
Rockin with my friends the zombie crew ZOMBIE CREW
10,000 Volts of current fills the room ZOMBIE CREW
A sea of flailing arms, demented grins ZOMBIE CREW
Thunder fills the air as the madness begins!
A horde of gibbering, braindead freaks
In search of flesh we walk the streets
A congregation of the slain
Im gonna eat your brain!
Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul
Were the Backups from Beyond, were the Cannibal Crew
Were the Rockin Resurrected and weve come for your head
Lets party like were fkin dead!
Three weeks dead, you smell like s**t
Were the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit
This night was made for us, were the Living Dead
Im gonna eat your fkin head!
Were rockin to some red-hot lixx
And fleeing from those redneck hicks
Suffering this post-mortal pain
Im gonna eat your brain!
Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul
Were the Backups from Beyond, were the Cannibal Crew
Were the Rockin Resurrected and weve come for your head
Lets party like were fkin dead!
Three weeks dead, you smell like s**t
Were the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit
This night was made for us, were the Living Dead
Im gonna feast upon your heart and eat your fkin head!
Back from the dead, goin to the show
I cant feel my pulse but I tell you Mom Im gonna go
Im clinically deceased but I dont give a fk
Cause Im a flesh-creepin horror and Im ready to rock!
Rockin with my friends the zombie crew ZOMBIE CREW
10,000 Volts of current fills the room ZOMBIE CREW
A sea of flailing arms, demented grins ZOMBIE CREW
Your chances of survival could be slim!
ZOMBIE CREW