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Zombie Crew

 

Zombie Crew


Back from the dead, going to the show
I can't feel my pulse but I'm still gonna go
I'm clinically deceased but I don't give a fuck
I'm a flesh-creeping horror and I'm ready to rock!

Rocking 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 the sea of flesh we walk the streets
A congregation of the slain
I'm gonna eat your brain!

Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul
We're the Backups from Beyond, we're the Cannibal Crew
We're the Rocking Resurrected and we've come for your head
Let's party like we're fucking dead!
Three weeks dead, you smell like shit
We're the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit
This night was made for us, we're the Living Dead
I'm gonna eat your fucking head!

We're rocking to some red-hot lixx
And fleeing from those redneck hicks
Suffering this post-mortal pain
I'm gonna eat your brain!

Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul
We're the Backups from Beyond, we're the Cannibal Crew
We're the Rocking Resurrected and we've come for your head
Let's party like we're fucking dead!
Three weeks dead, you smell like shit
We're the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit
This night was made for us, we're the Living Dead
I'm gonna feast upon your heart and eat your fucking head!

Back from the dead, going to the show
I can't feel my pulse but I tell you Mom I'm gonna go
I'm clinically deceased but I don't give a fuck
I'm a flesh-creeping horror and I'm ready to rock!

Rocking 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
Zombie Crew
Zombie Crew
Zombie Crew
...

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