Live Boy, Dead Ghoul

To the tune of Jet Boy, Jet Girl, by Elton Motello

I wanna eat your pretty mind

One bite of him, he tastes so fine

I love him even though I am gross and undead

The smell of blood is so sublime

Brains-brains-brains-brains

I am undead

I bite his skin until it splits

pulled off his arm and ripped his lips

He ran from me with such a scream, bloody and red

I gotta gobble down his bits

yum-yum-yum-yum

I'll eat his head

Live boy dead ghoul

This might sound a little cruel

Live boy I'm gonna make you what I ate

I'm gonna make a meal of you

Brains-brains-brains-brains

Live boy dead ghoul

I know my skin's putrid n' green

I like to hear my victims scream

And even if he can shoot me right in the head

When I catch him I'll eat his spleen

Ghoul-ghoul-ghoul-ghoul

I'll make him dead

Live boy dead ghoul

This might sound a little cruel

Live boy I'm gonna make you what I ate

I'm gonna make a meal of you

Brains-brains-brains-brains

Live boy dead ghoul

And then my hunger he denies

Patrolling with some soldier guys

Carried a gun, with ammo slung around his chest

They tried to shoot between my eyes

bang-bang-bang-bang

He gave me lead

And when your wall's been broken through

Or if your brains don't taste too good

And when the troops try to blow off my rotting head

I'll be digesting you

Brains-brains-brains-brains

I ate your head

Live boy dead ghoul

This might sound a little cruel

Live boy I'm gonna make you what I ate

I'm gonna make a meal of you

Brains-brains-brains-brains

Live boy dead ghoul

Elton Motello's awesome original version sans most of the gore.

	Elton Motello - Jet Boy Jet Girl
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Rippin' Off Your Skin

To the tune of Blowin' In The Wind by Bob Dylan

How many lobes must a ghoul gulp down

Before he eats the whole brainpan?

How many skulls must a sniper nail

Before her rifle has jammed?

Yes, n' how many bites must I take of this guy

Before I've digested his hand?

The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin

The zombies are rippin' off your skin

Yes, n' how many folks must cease to exist

Before it's called a "killing spree"?

Yes, n' how many years in this mall can we subsist

'Til we're forced by bikers to flee?

Yes, n' how many towns must shamblers infest

Before they all turn to debris?

The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin

The zombies are rippin' off your skin

Yes, n' how many mines must a man blow up

Before the undead subside?

Yes, n' how many bites must our pilot endure

Before he's no longer alive?

Yes, n' how many hosts will this virus infect

Before the plague's spread worldwide?

The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin

The zombies are rippin' off your skin

Bob Dylan's hippie folk-singer version…

	Bob Dylan - Blowin' in the Wind
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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

Bohemian Radioactivity

To the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody, by Queen

Corpses came to life

From radioactivity

Rifle at my side

Those zombies sure are hungry

Don't wanna die?

Look out for dead guys, and flee

They are cadavers, how can they follow me?

They keep shambling, oh no!

Shooting high, shooting low

Tell me why the corpse glows, will this radiation harm me?

Harm me…

Captain, they've killed my men

Can't fight what's already dead

Opened fire, then we fled

Captain, I emptied my gun

But they kept advancing on us anyway

Sergeant, oooooh

In the chopper we will fly

If we can find survivors filled with sorrow

Rescue them, rescue them, for those are your standing orders

Oh great, my leg is numb

Got bitten in the line

of duty, now it is my time

Shoot me in the head please, don't want to know

What it's like to hunger for you after death

Captain, oooooh (tell me why the corpse glows)

If I gotta die

My last wish is to not want to eat you all

[musical break]

I'd like a little sorbetto made of brain

amuse-bouche, amuse-bouche, he will peel you like a mango

My hunger is igniting, your flesh is now exciting me

George Romero, George Romero

George Romero, George Romero

George Romero, io sono deceduto-oh-ooh-ooh

I'm just a zombie, I am so hungry

He's just a zombie, and former military

Spare him your brains, for he finds them tasty!

See me run, I'm not slow, I do not move slow

Blasphemy! No! Zombies must move slow (he's not slow)

Blasphemy! Zombies must move slow (he's not slow)

Blasphemy! Zombies must move slow (he's not slow)

Zombies must move slow (he's not slow)

Zombies must move slow (oh no, oh no, I don't move slow)

Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, sloooow

Oh Zack Snyder, Oh Zack Snyder, why don't your zombies move slow?

Maximillian Brooks wrote a novel titled World War Z, War Z, War Z

So you think you can shoot me right between my eyes?

When I got bit you left me to revivify!

Heeeere's Johnny, can't do that to this zombie

Just want one bite, just want one bite outta you

Braa-ains

Braa-ains

My flesh is in tatters

Because I'm a zombie

My flesh is in tatters, and I'm always so hungry

Tell me why the corpse glows…

The original by Queen, hopefully Freddie Mercury won't rise up and track me down for this…

Eat Some Brains

To the tune of People Are Strange by The Doors

People will scream, when you're a zombie

Faces get eaten, down to the bone

Death will come quickly, to those that are tasty

Streets will run with blood when you're 'round

Eat some brains

Zombies can't feel no pain

Eat some brains

Claw your way out of the grave

Eat some brains

Eat some brains

Eat some brains

People will scream, when you're a zombie

Faces get eaten, down to the bone

Death will come quickly, to those that are tasty

Streets will run with blood when you're 'round

Eat some brains

Zombies can't feel no pain

Eat some brains

Claw your way out of the grave

Eat some brains

Eat some brains

Eat some brains

Eat some brains

Zombies can't feel no pain

Eat some brains

Claw your way out of the grave

Eat some brains

Eat some brains

Eat some brains

The doors version:

	Doors - People Are Strange
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"Zombies"

To the tune of "Heroes" by David Bowie

Brains 

Brains are my thing

And yours, yours will be eaten

Though the army might drive us away

We will eat them, because we're hungry

We can be zombies, we're so hungry

And you, you can be green

And I, I'll eat guts all the time

'Cause we're undead, and that is a fact

Yes we're undead, and that is that

Though radiation—will keep us together

We could eat brains, they taste good I say

We can be zombies, for ever and ever

What d'you say?

I, I wish we could swarm

Like piranha, like piranha can swarm

Though radiation—will keep us together

We can eat brains, for ever and ever

Oh we can be zombies, we're so hungry

Brains

Brains are my thing

And yours, yours will be eaten

Though the army might drive us away

We can be zombies, we're so hungry

We can ooze pus, so disgusting

I, I can dismember (I dismember)

Forcing, our way through the wall (through the wall)

And the guns, shoot at our heads (shoot at our heads)

And we moaned, unintelligibly (grrr-mwrawh-blargh-fwrarrgh)

And the humans, were on the other side

Oh we can eat them, for ever and ever

Then we could be zombies, we're so hungry

We can be zombies

We can be zombies

We're so hungry

We can be zombies

We're undead, and nothing will stop us

Maybe we're hungry, then you better not stay

You won't be safe here, we're so hungry

The more "heroic" David Bowie original version…

	David Bowie - Heroes
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My Name Was Luka

To the tune of Luka, by Suzanne Vega

My name was Luka

I died on the second floor

Putrescing upstairs from you

Yes I think you've smelled me before

If you hear shambling late at night

Moaning, screaming, or a firefight

Lock your door and get your gun

Lock your door and get your gun

Lock your door and get your gun

I think it's 'cause I'm hungry

Since I crawled out of the ground

Ain't no room left in hell now

That's why I'm still walkin' 'round

They only scream until they die

And after that, you eat their thigh

You're just not human anymore

You're just not human anymore

You're just not human anymore

Didn't really dig my grave

Moved back upstairs again

May me borrow cup of braaaaains?

Wait, why do you run away?

I'll just gnaw on this leg bone

and lurk until you get back home

Just dont look behind your door

Just dont look behind your door

Just dont look behind your door

My name was luka

I died on the second floor

Putrescing upstairs from you

Yes I think you've smelled me before

If you hear shambling late at night

Moaning, screaming, or a firefight

Lock your door and get your gun

Lock your door and get your gun

Lock your door and get your gun

They only scream until they die

And after that, you eat their thigh

You're just not human anymore

You're just not human anymore

You're just not human anymore

The version about Suzanne Vega's bad neighbor…

	Suzanne Vega - luka
	Found at skreemr.com