Do you not want a brain? Do you not want a brain?
If not, then why am I here? Uh, uh
Uh, uh-huh, uh
Should be comin' up, come on now
Damn it, let's try this again
Tryna make some zombies for minions
They won't rise up
Whoo!

The basic plan was simple, the hook was real strong
This shouldn't have stopped, a flop just feels wrong
But I've got a lotta foes, not one would last long
When I fin'lly send up my mob of undead buds
They called me crazy, sure, they could be right, maybe
But no, take this to the butt, "Save me!"
I'll say "Bud, why would I do that? I caused
This whole Night of the Rise of the Undead because you all suck"
They'll be a biter on your hinders, it'll spread to others
Immune from that curse 'cause I'm a thinker, I won't blunder
Hence I don't need thunder and lightin' now, that's stupid
Only dunderheads would plan on the weather, useless (whoo!)
My revenge is dead-on, get it? Now quit the doubt
Only yourself to blame, that hell's on you now
You non-believers (uh) will see this (uh) and weep, bliss
Be sorry until you join the swellin' dead dudes (dead, come to life)
There's not a lie I can tell, you'll see (dead, come)
You'll feel so foolish for mockin' me (to life)
The last laugh and more, your soul's abandoned for (please work)
My sinister plan when it starts a-kickin' up (for me)

Burst forth from your grave
Burst forth from your tomb
That's all I ask of you
Still locked inside, that's rude, rude
This sucks (dead, come to life)
Burst forth from your grave, told you (please work)
You stupid corpse (for me)

Thought I had the kinks all sorted out, should be workin' now
Hate resettin' connections, they hate me, no doubt
All signs are go (uh) but it doesn't work (uh)
Did one cable break its flow? That's high pain, I blame
These clay holes where the graves lay low
Dirt makes my cables blow, it's way painful
I hate those (whoo!) big a-holes (whoo!)
Coffins lead-lined 'cause how could they know?
Next pain: those batteries are shit
Quite a short life they live, too quickly they drain low
I had to rig up a cycle to switch
Once they're low, move on to the next
While a sep'rate doodad (uh-uh) re-juices up
Hope the whole grid doesn't bleed dry or else I'm stuck
With huge power fees without any zombies
"Burst forth from your grave!" I'll say on repeat, I'm beggin' (dead, come to life)

Hahahaha, whoo (dead, come)!
Want those stiffs to rise up from their nooks (to life)
Ain't no "snap my fingers" for this one, burst forth from your grave, told you (please work)
Stop sleepin', assholes, let's go (for me)
Burst forth from your grave

Man, I'm feelin' daft and silly, like the king of foolish prats
Thought I'd have a million dead hands sent city-wide
If I'd made ghosts, that's fine, I'm not picky
Still commanded by me, that's biggie, you know
Can't go with the flow if dammed is where it's at
I can't believe crap-all is all that I have
Too much into it to just redo it
Gotta just swap what's usin' what until somethin's movin'
Not much hard work doin' it but that needs time, not usin' it
That well, my foes won't stop their zoomin' shit
These dudes are all "Just stop abusin' it
Life cycle works, you're just misusin' it"
I know that, stupid, there's no confusion, not clueless
"Then how come your gadget's useless? Ha"
If you'd leave or just shut up, please (dead, come to life)
Then I might create what I need to decide (dead, come)
Your fate quickly with a mass delivery (to life)
Of corpses that will viciously rip your flesh with their teeth (please work)
Just picture me leadin' that crowd, oh, then you'll see (for me)
You'll freak at the evil scene
Then additionally give me free reign to do shit
You'll just have to give me space, need some room to do this
And then come up with some more goals to have
Kinda forgot what the whole damn point was
I spent so damn long on the plan, you see
Harvestin' junk parts and scrap metal, grabbed it cheap
Couldn't be a hair off, would lay bare such a weakspot there
All of this time feels thrown down the stairs
Down and down all because the final step's left out there
Was I after money? Just thought it was funny?
A grand proof of concept for some much larger scheme?
It's not in my mind, I lost the whole plan for me
But no, I won't close shop up, still want dead to rise
Their rottin' limbs will make yours rip in twine
Just start reanimatin' like this was Thriller night (dead, come to life)
Reflipped each switch on this, swapped out each bulb of light (dead, come)
Damned assholes, attack all these jacked-up hero types (to life)
Types that always come through like a jock vulture
Pick the bones of the suff'rin' ones, they're horrible, I'm pissed
Hey, what would happen if I just gave it a kick?
There's dead hands

Burst forth from your grave