Men of science misuse the deceased Taught them to rip and to slay Soon they are legions filling the streets The fool and his flesh part ways
Who is the enemy? Who is you friend? What is their purpose? We can't comprehend! Flesh is creeping from the bones of the dead Look out behind you-they're eating your head!
Guts! Guts! Guts! Guts! Shock-AAAAAH!
Zombies are drinking our guts tonight Their faces are pictograms [sic] of rot Yank out your eyeballs and sup them they might (But then again maybe they'll not)
