Zombies! Organize!! - Trioxin | Текст песни

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• Zombies! Organize!!
• Trioxin

we could go to the park, but cops’ll kick
our ass in the dark; ain’t got no
gas for the car we can’t get very far
let’s wait for Freddie inside the cemetery
cos he’ll know where to go he’s always in the know
he’s working at Uneeda
Medical Supply; he’s shifting through the clutter
split dogs, dead butterflies
he's hangin with Frank, the basement is dank
there’s something rank trapped in that tank
shit what the fuck is up with Trash she’s always showing off her ass
she wants to get drunk, wants get crunk
twerk like punk, shaking all her junk
flirt fuck fly she ain’t afraid to die
d’you ever fantasize about
getting killed it would be
a thrill to have your brains spilled
we forgot about frank! don’t touch that fucking tank!!
It’s full of
t-r-i-o-x-i-n,
t-r-i-o-x-i-n
2-4-5-t-r-i-o-x-i-n
trioxin trioxin trioxin trioxin

stenciled on the tank 1 800 454 8000
Frank-n-Freddie pop the lid and now the air is poisoned
they’re stunned undone frightened wizened
ruined threatened undead undead
all the corpses in the place get up and join the zombie race
can’t shoot in the head even though they’re undead
gotta cut em into slices get em into tiny pieces
watch the pieces as they twitching like a hundred baby fishes
Frank and Freddie on a mission Ernie Kaltenbrunners oven
burn the zombies in the oven Ernie Kaltenbrunners oven

hey what’s that black smoke? I guess they picked a new pope
Tina Chuck Tracey Spider Scuz Trash Suicide
dancing on the graves of everyone that died
when it begins to rain they run to the car
to escape the pain their skin is burning
they don’t know what to do and Trash is naked too
got to get to shelter everything is helter sketler
its raining

Trash is queen of zombies, queen of motherfucking zombies
they are dancing like the 80’s just like Michael Jackson’s babies
they say want brains live brains more brains need brains
want brains live brains to kill the pain to kill the pain

rise zombies rise like a phoenix from the ashes
rise up rise up join our clique of rotting corpses
ambulance has got a CB radio I know a trick
sendddddd moreeeee paramedics

Colonel Glover’s in bed waiting to hear
about the undead it has been 17 years
his heart is full of fears
and as the end nears, a solution appears
clean efficient easy nuclear fusion technology
drop the bomb on you and me to kill off all the zombies
it's raining