Back from the dead, goin 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-creepin horror and I m ready to rock!

Rockin 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 search 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 Rockin Resurrected and we ve come for your head
Let s party like we re fuckin 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 fuckin head!

We re rockin 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 Rockin Resurrected and we ve come for your head
Let s party like we re fuckin 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 fuckin head!

Back from the dead, goin 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
Cause I m a flesh-creepin horror and I m ready to rock!

Rockin 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