Attackin' Diane

To the tune of Jack & Diane by John Mellencamp

There's a zombie attackin' Diane

Some undead cat's come around, wanna eat her glands

His ugly face is one bad scar

Diane's combatin' zombies in her hotwired car

Suckin' out human brains, those hungry zombies

Diane cockin' her rifle's bolt

Camouflaged up in the trees

Zombie brains gettin' blown out

By a sniper unseen

Dribbles out the hole in his head

And rolls down his knees 

Groanin'

We're damned to respawn

Tryin' to kill the livin' by dawn

Groanin'

We're damned to respawn

Tryin' to kill the livin' by dawn, we walk on

Zombie falls down, lands face first on the pavement

Splits open his head, does a Tom Savini

Gotta plan, Diane, and escape the over-run city

Diane reloads and shoots another zombie

Zombies groanin'

We're damned to respawn

Tryin' to kill the livin' by dawn

We're damned to respawn

Tryin' to kill the livin' by dawn

Gotta shoot my Glock™

And reload

Find the proper frequency

On the ham radio

Hold your position as long as you can

Army's comin' 'round real soon

With munitions and men

We're damned to respawn

Tryin' to kill the livin' by dawn

We're damned to respawn

Tryin' to kill the livin' by dawn

There's a zombie attackin' Diane

Survivin' this apocalypse, best she can

"Cougar" had different connotations when John Mellencamp came out with this.

	John Cougar Mellencamp - Jack and Diane
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Never Tear You Apart

To the tune of Never Tear Us Apart by INXS

"Don't eat me"

What I heard from you

Don't want to kill you

Or chew your body parts

I

I was shambling

You were scared

Hunger subsided

And I will never tear you apart

I could eat

Oh, a thousand brains

But I won't bite you

You'll be fine, have no fears

Wanna hold you

Wanna be your guy

But I have no pulse

And you tell me "That won't fly"

I

I was shambling

You were scared

Hunger subsided

And I will never, ever tear you apart

I

I was shambling

You were scared

Hunger subsided

And I will never tear you apart

You

Tried to shoot me

I don't care

By love I'm guided

And I will never tear you apart

The zombie Michael Hutchence is coming for you and he's singing this version:

	Never Tear Us Apart - INXS.mp3
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Eat Them Alive

To the tune of Live and Let Die by Paul McCartney & Wings

When you were slain and your heart was a tasty snack

You tried to scream "Please let me live"

(and now you're dead, and now you're dead, and now you're dead)

But once the virus took over your cerebellum

Makes you revivify

Said "Eat them alive"

Eat them alive

Eat them alive

Eat them alive

What's a cerebrum taste like

When it's been bit into

You can't just go by smell

You gotta sample every last brain cell

You tried to scream "Please let me live"

(and now you're dead, and now you're dead, and now you're dead)

But once the virus took over your cerebellum

Makes you revivify

Said "Eat them alive"

Eat them alive

Eat them alive

Eat them alive

The version about James Bond in Haiti…

	Paul McCartney and Wings - Live & Let Die
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Precious Brains

To the tune of Separate Ways by Journey

Undead man

Ravenous ghoul, your flesh I will chew

Chew

Chew

Clawing out

Of the ground, I hunger for you

You

You

Becomin' hellspawn

When you revive

As walkin' carrion

Enjoy the ride

Death provides

Someday, death will claim you

Zombies will rend and maim you

With one taste of brain you'll

Shamble on

And eat their precious brains

If they ever burn you, 

Destroy and inter you

You know I'm still cursed to

Shamble on

And eat their precious brains

Dangling eye

Hanging from a nerve and a vein

Vein

Vein

Cannibal

Appetites no one can explain

Explain

Explain

I know that we're slow, but we are tough

Rending flesh from bone

Is gory stuff

Can't eat enough

Someday, death will claim you

Zombies will rend and maim you

With one taste of brain you'll

Shamble on

And eat their precious brains

If they ever burn you, 

Destroy and inter you

You know I'm still cursed to

Shamble on

And eat their precious brains

I still hunger girl

I'm really hungry girl

And if they ever burn you

Destroy and inter you

Brains

Brains

It's like Journey knew karaoke would happen and wanted to give us something cheesy and rockin' to sing…

	Journey - Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)
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The Putrid Germ

To the tune of The Passenger by Iggy Pop

I am the putrid germ

And I thrive and I thrive

I seep through a vicious flesh wound

I make the dead get up and rise

Yeah, they hunger with a hollow mind

You know you look like food tonight

I am the putrid germ

I infect the mass

I flow through the undead bite

I make the dead get up and fight

I put the hunger in your hollow mind

All I want is a rip in your hide

Everyone is food tonight

Singin' brains brains brains brains brains brains brains

Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains

brains brains brains brains brains brains brains…brains

Cerebrovascular

We'll spread the putrid germ

We'll infect everybody in sight

Taste their pretty ripped insides

We'll fill the hunger in our hollow minds

We'll be undead, they'll feel our might

They will fall to us tonight

Oh, the putrid germ

How, how he thrives

Oh, the putrid germ

He thrives and he thrives

He seeps through your flesh wound

Where do you bleed?

He puts the hunger in a hollow mind

He makes the dead get up and writhe

He's secreted in your ripped insides

He hides inside winding intestines

And everyone is made of human meat

All of them were made for you to eat

Come and join the throng along with me

So let's take a bite of who's left alive

Singin' brains brains brains brains brains brains brains

Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains

brains brains brains brains brains brains brains…brains

Oh, the putrid germ

He thrives and he thrives

He feasts on the underclass

He flows through the undead bite

He eats your skin then gnaws on eyes

He eats from hunger in a hollow mind

He eats whoever's to weak to fight

He eats everyone he can find

And all of them are yours to bite

And all of them are yours to bite

Oh, lets bite and bite and bite and bite

Singin' brains brains brains brains brains brains brains

Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains

brains brains brains brains brains brains brains…brains

Iggy Pop sings it this way…

	Iggy Pop - I am a Passenger
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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
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