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