ZOMBIE INC. LYRICS

1. The Rocking Dead

Bound to Rock!
We hit the Scene with Hearts devoted to Metal.
Risen up to the very Top.
Leaving the others behind.

Regrettably!
Zombie Piss, put A spoke in our Wheel.
We passed away, then transformed.
Now we are back with A Bang!

Watch out.
We'll be coming to your Town.
Get down, in your Blood you're gonna drown.
Step up and bang your Head.

We are the rocking Dead!

Born to lose.
Deceased to win, spreading our Stench of Decay.
A Maggot-Eaten, wrecking Crew.
Infesting the Masses within.

Ain't no Cure, no Remedy.
You might as well, accept your Lot.
Zombiefied, Revenants.
It won't get more Metal than that.

More fucking Metal than that.

And from the Chasm of abandoned burial Grounds.
A foul Wave of Filth gushes over the Lands.
Digging Flesh Tunnels through your Poser-Wombs.
Piercing your Organs with our Teeth.

Watch out.
We'll be coming to your Town.
Get down, in your Blood you're gonna drown.
Step up and bang your Head.

We are the rocking Dead!

2. Cum Undone

My girl got bit the other day and passed away.
She still has not returned.
I tied her up and washed her Skin all squeaky clean.
This time I won’t be spurned.

Will it feel the same... when I give it to you, Baby?
Would it be alright... if your Mom could join us, maybe?

I’m scared as Shit of getting sick with Necro-Dick.
Not safe to go bareback.
One cannot kiss or even lick A Zombie Chick.
Infected is her Crack.

Will it feel the same... when I make love to you, Honey?
Would it be O.K. with you... If I sell your Ass for Money?

Does she decompose?
Will I have to hold my nose?
Can I make her cum...
...or will she come undone?

My girl got bit the other day and passed away.
She’s perfect to A Tee.
And once she will be back with me, eventually.
I’m happy as can be.

Will it feel the same... when I stick it to you, Muffin?
Is it fine with you... That I spare you from the Coffin?

3. Bust The Foodchain

Busting The Food Chain
Taking the Throne.
Ravening Species.
Origin unknown.

Evolution spawned A Breed of Beast.
That should not be but still exists.
A predatory Kind of upright Primates.
Antisocial and Merciless.

Busting The Food Chain
Taking the Throne.
Ravening Species.
Origin unknown.

They walk in Herds or roam alone.
Can't be tamed or kept at home.
Ingestion seem to be their sole Demand.
For unknown Reasons we don't understand.

Slow Motion Demise.
A vicious Vermin Pest.
Nightmares coming true.
Cadaverous unrest.

Revolution never smelled this bad.
Ever since the Dead are on the Gad.
Future Prospects are causing deep Dismay.
When the Hunter becomes the Prey.

Busting The Food Chain
Taking the Throne.
Ravening Species.
Origin unknown.
Pride of Creation.
Destined to reign.
A Medical Miracle.
Humanity's Bane.

4. Homo Gusticus

Knock, knock.
Who is there?
It's the Zombie Inc., mein Herr...
...and we are somewhat ravenous.

Good Grief.
That Bum.
Gonna have to chew it off, Madame.
Cause we are passably murderous.

Cancer-ridden Organs.
Ulcers filled with Pus.
Guess who's on the Menue.
Homo Gusticus.

Blood Fountain.
Red Mist.
Gently sucking on A Liver Cyst.
Pierced Tongues.
Black Lungs.
Finger Food.

Cracked Head.
Wet Mullet.
Bone Marrow running down my Gullet.
Deep Bite.
Cellulite.
Yummy Lard.

Cancer-ridden Organs.
Ulcers filled with Pus.
Guess who's on the Menue.
Homo Gusticus.

Eyballs.
Crushed in their Sockets.
Genitals.
Fungal Attack.
Ribcage.
Seeking Claws in A Chest.

Proud Flesh.
Adipose Tissue.
Skeletal.
Expose the Bones.
Hunger...
...is leading us to your Homes.

Cancer-ridden Organs.
Ulcers filled with Pus.
Guess who's on the Menue.
Homo Gusticus.

Homo Gusticus.

5. E=Mcarnage2

Gas from leaking Barrels.
Zombiefied the Herds.
Pray you won't get captured.
We're eating all the Nerds.

Gusting Winds from damaged Tombs.
Unfolded Fogs of putrid Fumes.
This ain't no Movie or Videogame.
Call off you Plans, we came to maim.

Gas from leaking Barrels.
Zombiefied the Herds.
Pray you won't get captured.
We're eating all the Nerds.

No Firewalls or Virus Scans.
Will Spare you from our Dinner Plans.
We'll chew our Way up to your Asses.
Consume your Mugs with Zits and Glasses.

Film Posters soiled with Blood.
X-Boxes stuck in Mud.
Action Figures soaked with Slime.
Geek Toys past their Prime.

Gas from leaking Barrels.
Zombiefied the Herds.
Pray you won't get captured.
We're eating all the Nerds.

Storming A Tavern on Seven-Star Lane.
To find more Meat and cause more Pain.
Ate the chubby Owner then his ugly Wife.
Both tasted like Shit... but hey, that's Zombie Life.

6. With The Mob

When Twilight deepens to Darkness an Shadows devour the Light.
Roaming through urban Canyons, hunting for Prey to bite.

No use for Possessions and no need for A Job.
Acting out Agressions for I Am with the Mob.

Side by Side walking slowly 10.000 hungry Freaks.
Septic Bones, dripping Traumas, A Chorus of Rebellion.

No use for Possessions and no need for A Job.
Acting out Agressions for I Am with the Mob.

Chaos reigns, abolish Order, A rotting Choir's Groan.
Venomous, spreading Plague, Harvest for the Dead.

When Darkness encloses the Cities and Shadows hide Distress.
Corpses roam bleak Alleys, engorging in Excess.

7. Yeshua Syndrome

Did you know about that Virus, which makes People go insane?
Puts A Veil above their Iris, leaves them impervious to Pain.
First they come down with A Fever, which will lead to their Demise.
But they won't be dead forever, from their Deathbed they shall rise.

Arise!

It's been stated in the Bible "Yahweh kills and makes alive" [1 Samuel 2:6].
So he wiped out his own Offspring, but Yeshua did revive.
Now more than two Milleniums later, to think that this could be our Fate.
We won't be facing our Creator, instead we might reanimate.

Reanimate!

Cold Fever.
Suffer and Die and Arise.

Their Way to walk is A Stumble, they stagger, they crawl and they tumble.
With raspy Voices they mumble, from rotten Faces that crumble... and fall apart!

Have you heard of that Disease, an Epidemic without cure.
We realize with growing unease that Mankind not endure.
There is no medical Conclusion, how corpses were led astray.
We're left in A State of Confusion, why Humans are their Prey.

Their Prey!

Cold Fever.
Suffer and Die and Arise.

Yeshua Syndrom.
Yeshua Syndrom.

8. Better Off Dead

Alive and well is overrated.
The Job, the Wife and all that Shit I hated...
...is gone for good and long forgotten.
No use for Soap, my Skin and Teeth are rotten.

No Morals.
No Laws.
No Sorrow.
Because...

I Am better off Undead.
I Am happier than you.

Travails and Fears became outdated.
Belief and Hope are desecrated.
Loans and savings, now obsolete.
Flesh of Man is really all I need.

The grinding of Jaws.
So fucking Joyful.
Because...

I Am better off Undead.
I Am happier than you.
I Am better off Undead.
Soon you will be Undead too.

Reaping the Flesh of Mankind.
Sowing my Seed.
Anger is my Peace of Mind.
Lust is my Creed.

No Morals.
No Laws.
True Anarchy.
Because...

I'm way better off Undead.

Fuck Life, thats right and you living Losers too.
Because Tonight I will be coming for you.

9. Resurrection Guaranteed

Resurrection guaranteed or take your Guts back.
Hungry Lips in your Crotch, chew off your Nut Sack.

Painful kisses from the Missis.
Leaving Love Bites bleeding Red.
Necromantic Nights of Summer.
Words of Passion left unsaid.

Dancing in the Moonlight, A tangled Mass of Guts.
Welcome to the Party, Army of dead Sluts.

Painful kisses from the Missis.
Leaving Love Bites bleeding Red.
Necromantic Nights of Summer.
Words of Passion left unsaid.

Let the Undead take over, do not fear to concede.
Death is not the Ending, Resurrection guaranteed.

Filthy Skin.
Fleshless Grin.
Tainted Tighs.
Bloodshed Eyes.
Weeping Sores.
Graveyard Whores.

Reaching Climax through Torment.
Spraying Blood instead of Seed.
Coffins are shedding Hookers.
A sexuell Misdeed.


Painful kisses from the Missis.
Leaving Love Bites bleeding Red.
Necromantic Nights of Summer.
Words of Passion left unsaid.

Now Graves are Empty, the Cadavers were freed.
Let them probe your Bowels, Resurrection guaranteed.

10. All Corpses Are Bastards

When loved Ones die, we bid Farewell.
In Grief we cry to the Sound of Knell.
To Bear this Loss is our Concern.
But Feelings change, once they return

All Corpses are Bastards.
With Blood their Skin is plastered.
All Corpses are Bastards.
No Laws, no Gods, no Masters.

The Bond of Love is dead and gone.
Replaced with Fury that the Grave has spawned.
Familiar Faces yet so unknown.
Better run for cover when you hear them moan.

All Corpses are Bastards.
With Blood their Skin is plastered.
All Corpses are Bastards.
No Laws, no Gods, no Masters.

Hazy Eyes stare at you, but they don't recognize.
Who you are, so crack their Skulls with A wrecking Bar.

Expect no Mercy, don't hope for Grace.
Solicit no Compassion, when they eat your Face.

King and Beggar, Dame and Whore.
They're now Troopers in the Undead Corps.

All Corpses are Bastards.
With Blood their Skin is plastered.
All Corpses are Bastards.
No Laws, no Gods, no Masters.







ZOMBIE INC. LYRICS