Thursday, July 30, 2009

Dismember

To the tune of Surrender by Cheap Trick

Mother's moldy, yes, she's moldy
Rotting in her tomb
She's oh so cold and so decayed
One sniff would make you retch

I spoke unholy, arcane words
Then her flesh was rotting off
Her dead, decrepit trunk
While she shambled 'round

Mommy's a fright, Daddy's a fright
They've just risen from the dead
Dismember, dismember
And send them back to the grave, grave, graa-a-aave

Father moans and screams all night
He's horrid and obscene
I swore we'd buried him preserved
In a casket somewhere in Queens

His sepulchre has been uprooted
Now he thirsts for gore
But that old geezer moves so slow
We have nothing to fear

Mommy's a fright, Daddy's a fright
They've just risen from the dead
Dismember, dismember
And send them back to the grave, grave, graa-a-aave

Covered all over in sores and lesions
They look so severe
Rife with grime and constant shrieking
I dread when they appear

They provoked me, their fine lad
Set on me without doubt
Got my shovel, started swingin'
I took those bastards out

Mommy's a fright, Daddy's a fright
They've just risen from the dead
Dismember, dismember
And send them back to the grave, grave, graa-a-aave…the grave!

Cheap Trick's classic original, a cowbell masterpiece…
Cheap Trick - Surrender
Found at skreemr.com