Hey they'll eat ya 'fore you're cold,
Ain't no one to mourn yer or come toward.
Is a soul inside we probe?
A severed mind a former role did know.

How they claw you and they maul,
Tend to your hind quarters, hey run, GO!
They're eyes blank look does slice to mire,
Inhuman heart adaptive cold as snow.

Oh, they'll eat ya in their undead throws; Undead things out from under loam,
They're ever no-how good in chill and cold slew.
They'll eat ya - they feed and go.
They might eat ya like a main course side, scare out the livin' daylights time.
Munching tense thin shoulders, ribs and toes,
And so, they'll eat ya if you don't go.

Would you ever scream at me,
If I ever turned up deader but not quite?
Would you book up and perspire,
Might eat you; Can't count the marred this night.

And if you want to stop their dine,
Guns shot straight makes goners in their heads.
Get up a speed and make adroit,
Can't ignore night of the living dead.

If they eat ya you will never know, who's in charge of all your bones.
They're ever slow cross road and fields they roll through.
Your meat ya - they need it so.
If they reach ya they will make you died; The "night of livin'" bide their time.
Eating tendons, shoulders knees and toes,
Why they eat ya - we'll never know.

And they'll eat ya for where-ever go, just YOU, not your house and home,
They never go for food, their meals on you chew.
Your meat ya - they feed and go.
Just don't treat them to a side of side, for "night of livin' dinner time.
Counting two shoulders in a row,
And so - no eat ya - get gone, now go.