Zombies Pt. 2 Black Ops

[Hook] Kino der Toten, the theater is broken (beware, beware) In the Pentagon, 'Five', striving to stay alive (Beware, I'm scared) Dead Ops Zombie Arcade, free myself from restraints Hellhounds back again I fear, this will never end [Verse 1] Got my t-t-ticket To Kino un Toten It's broken down, let's fix it! I'm hoping that we can get this Power up, the four of us are back in action Grabbin' weapons but none of them can measure to the Mystery Box Let's head upstairs, beware There's no good spots to back up Sit tight, the fight has just begun The zombies have overrun Once again, I'm lost Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Open a few more doors to restore the power to save my life Finally, the back stage, pull the switch, let's play! Oh my God, seems so familiar again! That same old switch and hunting for that Mystery Box again Luckily I have the illuminated map, my friend Let's all just back into a corner, where we're always stronger Slaying zombies searching for a crawler! This haunted theater scares the s**t out of me Hoping to recieve a Thunder Clap Evaporating all the undead I see Quick, Pack-A-Punch in the projecter room, not a moment to soon Then right outside broadside the theater doors In the alleyway and I must pray Swig of vodka, zombie birthday, here's a frag to the face! [Hook] [Verse 2] JFK, it's time, back from the dead Shot to the head, return the favor Zombies break into the Pentagon Whip out you arsenal with the push of a button In the center of a meeting room, goddamn give me the clearance for security The undead show no time for scrutiny These elevators will do the trick! Two-fifty trip, down down we go Depths of the Pentagon where no one knows No one goes for a reason Experiments gone wrong; Nova Six Slipped, fell a catastrophe, oh well Starting over again, Castro Who knows, gonna grab me a Cuban, pull the lever, let's go! So I'm downstairs, stuck in the chemical zombie (warfare) Gotta head upstairs, activate, Defcon 5 awaits By the way, the telephone rang Em called back and we 'Won't Back Down' The Pentagon Thief runnin' all around 50 bullets in his head and he's on the ground Dropped the tag to the Firesale! Pack-A-Punch now cheap as hell These fucking zombies, no longer Nazis Freeze these fucks and blow them up! Call the elevator and take me up Reload the clip annd drink to this One last stand, this is the end How come the zombies always win?! [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm blown back to 8-bit, silverback's gone apeshit! Flamethrower prison break, bonus room for my keepsakes Yet another decides my fate We better team up before it's too late (2x) [Hook]