Letras
Green skin and bones showing, rotten and cold
A sour stench, skulls split
Brains covered in mold
We're the undead
And we'll be feasting on your juicy head
Till everyone of us are fed
Hobble on shuffle, it's a zombie invasion
It's an offense, it's a curse
It's a grave desecration
We are the hoard
And it is you we're limping slowly toward
Stop walking faster than us we implore
March through the street
We can not stay on beat
We just want to eat
Flesh so sweet
What a treat
Zombie parade
We are marching towards your brains
Step by step, trip and fall
We are gonna get you all
We're a little slow
Flailing to-and-fro
Give it time and you will join our show
No surprise
We've got brains on the mind
And you will find that we know where you like to hide
We're gonna get inside
A walking morgue leave you mortified
Ding dong, break your door
Through your home do we scatter
No place to run, you are done
Put your head on a platter
We'll clean your bones
And then we'll play them like a xylophone
That's what we would have done if you were home
Gnawing, gnashing, biting, scratching
Without remorse
Oh yeah, you better run from this unstoppable force
You are so doomed
Just as soon as we catch up with you
We're pretty confident that will be soon
We will drag our feet
Until our job is complete
So say your prayers
And walk real slow or it's not fair
We've got you cornered now, what will you do
Turns out we've backed you to your car and you speed out of view
Cool
March through the street
We can not stay on beat
We just want to eat
Flesh so sweet
What a treat
Zombie parade
We are marching towards your brains
Step by step, trip and fall
We are gonna get you all
We're a little slow
Flailing to-and-fro
Give it time and you will join our show