It was last Saturday night, and the moon shined bright When a couple of freaks walked down the street The already watched the newest gory horrormovie-trash And so the were hungry for some rotten human flesh Julian, George, Dick, Anne and Tim pa**ed the cemetery lane When they met him it was zombie-joe who said to them One of you is the winner to become my midnight-dinner Ref.: We are the eaters of the dead But zombie-joe looked suddenly surprised When the freaky crowd starred into his decayed eyes They said: we are the real eaters of the dead and for Your second funeral it´s never too late! Cook him roast him eat him raw, we wanna taste some Zombie-sushi now The dead eat the living and the living eat the dead And zombie-joe cried out loud when they kicked his a** Ref.: We are the eaters of the dead