[Spoken Word] Baron Samedi's commands to retrieve the Omicron Bomb fall on deaf ears, as Ghoul retreats deeper into the Catacombs muttering half-hearted assurances; that is, until Samedi unleashes an army of revivified corpses to persuade them otherwise
Black dread, undead Crawling from the crypts Ragged claws scratch coffin lids A rancid stink as tombs emit Tongues slick over glutinous lips With blood lust in their minds We grab our decks and grab our dicks Drop in and bust a grind
Smash our boards into the undead hoards The rotten fiends are gored... Shred the Dead Mushed up guts are stuck all in our trucks But we don't give a fuck... Shred the Dead
One-eyed wallride Drunken mutants shred the gnar Collapsing clotted craniums With kick-flips eldritch and bizarre Unfazed by the fusillade Blitzkrieg from the dead brigade They'll never stop until we die So send them back into the grave
Smash our boards into the undead hoards The rotten fiends are gored... Shred the Dead Mushed up guts are stuck all in our trucks But we don't give a fuck... Shred the Dead
We launch into the fray with rusty axes set to "slay" And shatter each and every vertebrae McTwist was missed, busted ankle, broken wrist Dentures cracked as concrete's kissed
Crash the swarm of wretched shambling forms Ripened limbs are torn... Shred the Dead Maggots creamed as mildewed skulls are reamed And every cube is gleamed... Shred the Dead Backs to the Wall against the undead thrall So let's just kill 'em all... Shred the Dead Clouds of flies as bodies pile up high And our escape is nigh... Shred the DeadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
