Lyrics
Fermenting in the kegs the army kept them in watch your beers, i ll piss in the graveyard tonight Zombi, a graveyard booze-up tonight
They re being touchy-feely and staring at your brain, doubles of mortal remains Brew, the zombies are about
Bent for the rent for another pint of that shit, an eight percent grey matter sludge, made from beer and brains
They re being touchy-feely and staring at your brain, they re being touchy-feely and staring at your brain
Doubles of mortal remains, the zombies are about Zombi, an eight percent grey matter sludge
Zombie party wrecked my flat, back from the grave, bent for the rent for another pint of that shit
They re being touchy-feely and staring at your brain, time for a puke out my ass and a good cry
i ll piss in the graveyard tonight
always come back
always come back
I ll piss in the graveyard tonight, time for a puke out my ass and a good cry Zombi, they piss all over the offy floor
always come back
They re being touchy-feely and staring at your brain, they crave for a brew to wash down your brains Brew, doubles of mortal remains
So i sold my soul for a tray of terror tins, down to the pub, drain the dregs
doubles of mortal remains
Time for a puke out my ass and a good cry, time for a puke out my ass and a good cry
Zombies will empty the kegs, they eat the living but drink their tins
Zombie party wrecked my flat, zombie party wrecked my flat
They piss all over the offy floor, they eat the living but drink their tins Bomb, back from the grave
An eight percent grey matter sludge, zombie party wrecked my flat, i ll piss in the graveyard tonight
they piss all over the offy floor
they eat the living but drink their tins
they piss all over the offy floor
Drain the dregs, i ll piss in the graveyard tonight
zombies will empty the kegs
An eight percent grey matter sludge, the zombies are about