March of the Dead Things (Night of the Necromantics) - The Herbaliser, Teenburger

It’s all night at the high school

Power blackout

Outside the safe zone

Now we’re ass out

Pass out the handguns

Access half down

The pack is crazy

Blood splashed the background

The teens emerge in

When we reach the …(bourbon)

Watching those beasts of burden

Feast on virgin

Tee chilla down tee

In a meaty curtain

Till the breakfast club

(Allie) Sheen is hurting

It’s a goddamn massacre

The last persons it ain’t (petalk)

It’s me and socks

(Need a) set for terms

Can’t tell if the rest are cursed

'Cause the whole entire earth

Wants to wet (ken furbes)

It’s count Sockula, not Dracula

Travel times, solve crimes: Scott backula

Near ran to a large tarantula

And by large I’m talking gargantuar

We’re on a rampage

And I got stamined up

Canned goods can’t open with my hands or what

Severed up, like man gotta step it up

It’s no spoof, want proof?

Check the camera

Nay-sayers turn the party … meddlings

Zombies get shot in the heart with a head piece

Soon as we mark in the target, the lich kings

Harvest, the darkness: March of the dead things

We be the gruesome, twosome

Rock the smooth lyrics

Like the rooms haunt: it got the school spirit

Nice or rot, two coffins in the car

Gym packed full of zombies, dressed for the prom

Gotta fresh course sauce *nom*

Dead corpse mom *mom*

Surely was the game but we can sure source 'nam

Exorcise demons from out the team vessel

Like how can we wrestle with a halloween special?

Put the pedal to the metal

Whole strings like gepetto

Teenage tales from the crypt that’s incredible

Reload the shotguns

Shots to independable

Lost in the mist

Just dodging three tentacles

The creature from the platter gleamed

Thought it was edible

I did it in a minute or less

So unforgettable

Embedded head to head with a dreaded predator

Got beheaded when I sliced them from the neck to the genitals

Squirt wet with the pep squad

Try to make a meal of uss

Cheerleaders still are good though chillier

Yeah, I was set all stacked now it’s easier

Ask Socks: how you feel about necrophilia?

Well I almost got bit by a tartess in red jeans

Stepped, overshadowed real crops in the shelfings

Raising the flames she’s heart’s gonna melting

Heartless, regardless: march of the dead things