Zombierawkmachine

You know it’s coming – The earth shakes – You hear it’s knocking like hell at the gates
You cannot help it – You let go – You raise your fist and your hair starts to grow

And the masses are marching to this groovy beat – The living dead dancing out in the streets

It’s the zombie rock machine (yeah yeah)

Gray-skinned heads banging – Some get loose – Rocking and rolling in wet gory mousse
Fists pounding – Dead feet tap – Rock hard until the worms make the spines snap