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Genres: Metal

Zombie Crew Lyrics - Send More Paramedics

Back from the dead, goin' to the show 

I can't feel my pulse but I'm still gonna go 

I'm clinically deceased but I don't give a fuck 

I'm a flesh-creepin' horror and I'm ready to rock! 

 

Rockin' with my friends the zombie crew ZOMBIE CREW 

10,000 Volts of current fills the room ZOMBIE CREW 

A sea of flailing arms, demented grins ZOMBIE CREW 

Thunder fills the air as the madness begins! 

 

A horde of gibbering, braindead freaks 

In search of flesh we walk the streets 

A congregation of the slain 

I'm gonna eat your brain! 

 

Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul 

We're the Backups from Beyond, we're the Cannibal Crew 

We're the Rockin' Resurrected and we've come for your head 

Let's party like we're fuckin' dead! 

Three weeks dead, you smell like shit 

We're the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit 

This night was made for us, we're the Living Dead 

I'm gonna eat your fuckin' head! 

 

We're rockin' to some red-hot lixx 

And fleeing from those redneck hicks 

Suffering this post-mortal pain 

I'm gonna eat your brain! 

 

Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul 

We're the Backups from Beyond, we're the Cannibal Crew 

We're the Rockin' Resurrected and we've come for your head 

Let's party like we're fuckin' dead! 

Three weeks dead, you smell like shit 

We're the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit 

This night was made for us, we're the Living Dead 

I'm gonna feast upon your heart and eat your fuckin' head! 

 

Back from the dead, goin' to the show 

I can't feel my pulse but I tell you Mom I'm gonna go 

I'm clinically deceased but I don't give a fuck 

'Cause I'm a flesh-creepin' horror and I'm ready to rock! 

 

Rockin' with my friends the zombie crew ZOMBIE CREW 

10,000 Volts of current fills the room ZOMBIE CREW 

A sea of flailing arms, demented grins ZOMBIE CREW 

Your chances of survival could be slim! 

 

ZOMBIE CREW