| Back from the dead, goin' to the show
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| I can’t feel my pulse but I’m still gonna go
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| I’m clinically deceased but I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m a flesh-creepin' horror and I’m ready to rock!
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| Rockin' with my friends the zombie crew — Zombie Crew
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| 10,000 Volts of current fills the room — Zombie Crew
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| A sea of flailing arms, demented grins — Zombie Crew
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| Thunder fills the air as the madness begins!
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| A horde of gibbering, braindead freaks
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| In the sea of flesh we walk the streets
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| A congregation of the slain
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| I’m gonna eat your brain!
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| Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul
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| We’re the Backups from Beyond, we’re the Cannibal Crew
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| We’re the Rockin' Resurrected and we’ve come for your head
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| Let’s party like we’re fuckin' dead!
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| Three weeks dead, you smell like shit
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| We’re the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit
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| This night was made for us, we’re the Living Dead
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| I’m gonna eat your fuckin' head!
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| We’re rockin' to some red-hot lixx
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| And fleeing from those redneck hicks
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| Suffering this post-mortal pain
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| I’m gonna eat your brain!
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| Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul
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| We’re the Backups from Beyond, we’re the Cannibal Crew
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| We’re the Rockin' Resurrected and we’ve come for your head
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| Let’s party like we’re fuckin' dead!
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| Three weeks dead, you smell like shit
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| We’re the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit
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| This night was made for us, we’re the Living Dead
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| I’m gonna feast upon your heart and eat your fuckin' head!
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| Back from the dead, goin' to the show
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| I can’t feel my pulse but I tell you Mom I’m gonna go
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| I’m clinically deceased but I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m a flesh-creepin' horror and I’m ready to rock!
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| Rockin' with my friends the zombie crew — Zombie Crew
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| 10,000 Volts of current fills the room — Zombie Crew
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| A sea of flailing arms, demented grins — Zombie Crew
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| Your chances of survival could be slim!
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| Zombie Crew
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| Zombie Crew
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| Zombie Crew
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| Zombie Crew |