There's a deadly gas in the air tonight Oh yeah, the dead are putting up a fight On a rapage through Louisville, Kentucky Go ahead punk, do you feel lucky?
These dead are mean, rude and hungry Back from the grave and ready to party This time you cannot kill what's already dead Run for your life babe, hold on to your head
Hate your guts, love your brain To them your brain equals novocain Hate your guts, love your brain Zombifaction, here comes the pain
Hate your guts
It's not the night or dawn or even the day No way, these fucks are here to stay And if you shoot them right between the eyes That's when you're in for the biggest surprise
Rotten to the core but they know what they need Zombie chow or fallout, your end is guaranteed They dig you like the maggots diggin' the grave The grey and white matter is what they crave
Hate your guts, love your brain To them your brain equals novocain Hate your guts, love your brain Zombifaction, here comes the pain
Tar-Man and his smelly friends They have a hunger and they have the speed Brainless that is how it ends 'Cause on your warm brain they will feed Send more paramedics please Your end will come fast if you are lucky And send more cops 'cause there's something Rotting running around in the state of Kentucky
Hate your guts, love your brain To them your brain equals novocain Hate your guts, love your brain Zombifaction, here comes the painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
