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Ripping bongs in
The graveyard at night
Smoke fills the air, it's an eerie sight
The ground absorbs the toxic exhalation
Infecting corpses, causing reanimation

Chorus:
Bong... Zombies
Rising high from the grave
Bong... Zombies
Mindless marijuana slaves
Bong... Zombies
Give them your weed and you'll be saved
Bong Zombies

They'll rip you apart...
Joint from joint
You'd better run now,
Cause you'll see my point
They're mindless piles of
Walking remains
Smoking their headies
And craving your brains

Chorus

With the zombies on the loose
They're marching, coming after you
With the virus in their brains
The weed will make them go insane
Arm yourself
To get through this hell
Do you have the drive
To survive
Where will you go
Where will you run
Those zombies know
Outbreak's begun

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