There… used to be a busy city
Up there on the hill
We… invade
And eat until we’ve had our fill
Love… the brains
I’d cook them if I had a grill.
But did you know
We decompose
And always must feed on
the flesh that we need
and your spleen.

ZOMBIES
We will nibble on your wrist and your nose and your knee.
Ooh, the more we eat of you
the more’s amputee, yeah
And now that I skipped lunch at noon
My stomach has room
For your brains

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There… isn’t much in terms of ammo
So we’re dropping by
Let… us in
I promise - we’ll only - say ‘HI’
Prêt-(ty) please?

To you we’re like a friendly neighbor who just wants a hand
Won't you tell us, can we…
‘Borrow’ those?
(An) arm, a leg
Don’t make us beg
Your eyes look delicious
Your skulls make good dishes, you see.

ZOMBIES
We compare you to an all-day buffet made of prey
Ooh, you know what goes with you?
A good cabernet, yeah
Now that we’re out on the loose
We’ll dine on the juic-i-est brains

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You… should… kiss your own rump, say good-bye
(Soon…you’ll… only have stumps)
You… should… kiss your own rump, say good-bye
...And if you should fall, then you will die
You… should… kiss your own rump
…should kiss your own rump, say good-bye

Our pyramid of food to choose from
Has you as the grains
Meals contain…
Some bone mass, some pepper, YOUR BRAINS

To us you’re like a game of whack-a-mole, except you die
When you pop out we will…
Bite your head
Us zombie bros,
And zombie hos,
Make eyes become large
When we mass and we charge
Down the street

ZOMBIES
Be prepared because we eat all the dopes that we find
Ooh, if ever you’re in sight
We’ll be on your mind, yeah
Counting the days, twenty-eight
That’s too long to wait for your brains
Yes curse and swear because you missed, now we’re all on your heels
Ooh, a doggy bag of you
when strangers are meals, yeah

And now that the Dead have a Dawn
You’re undead and gone, ate your brains

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Unless your first name is Shaun
Now you’re zombie pawns… out for brains