zombies everywhere, zombies! and they are dancing and they are singing our songs homies, they're all my homies, and there their home is it's party all the night long
till the morning till the morning till the morning comes and the dead meat and the dead meat and the dead meat rocks
dancing dancing zombies zombies
walking, dead men are walking but they don't want your but they don't want to eat your brain party, they wanna party, tonight the dancefloor is filled with blood and cocaine