We're Craving Brains Again

To the tune of Here Comes The Rain Again by Eurythmics

We're craving brains again

Gnawing on your head, so savory

Gnawing on your head like a crude compulsion

I want to suck on your broken shin

I want to snack on ravaged wounds

I want to split open your noggin

And start feeding on you

So hungry, need your brains

For zombie food

Indeed your brains

Are zombie food

Need your brains

For zombie food

We're craving brains again

Gnawing on your head spasmodically

Tearing you apart like a crude compulsion

I want to chew on your broken shin

I want to drink from ravaged wounds

I want to split open your noggin

And start feeding on you

So hungry, need your brains

For zombie food

Indeed your brains

Are zombie food

Need your brains

For zombie food

So hungry, need your brains

For zombie food

We're craving brains again

Gnawing on your head, so savory

Gnawing on your head like a crude compulsion

(craving brains again, craving brains again)

I want to suck on your broken shin

I want to snack on ravaged wounds

I want to split open your noggin

And start feeding on you

True story: in 1989, the Eurythmics' career was eaten by zombies. Also, I have a thing for Annie Lennox.