Zombies, March

[Intro] Welcome once gain To the Bloody Pit, my friends We're so glad you could attend Come and die...come and die [Chorus] Yes, the Bloody Pit of Horror, here As sick as is Gomorrah queer It's purple purpose crinkly clear-here! [Verse 1] I-I-I lead the Zombie Army They-they-they are my sweetest slaves These creatures Well they shall never harm me I saved them, from far beyond the grave Lid on coffin cold Return was foretold Barrel, box, or bloody sack Planted deep they still come back Beyond the world of life Beneath the scroll of time The zombies rise and curse the light They curse the living and they bite You find it alarming, I find it quite charming They way the dead they explode from the ground I found it amazing the dead we were raising And the stinking pile of bodies formed a molten-nipple mound I-I Your life is lost yet un-death found [Chorus] The Bloody Pit of Horror has a bloody tale to tell The bloody Pit of Holy Shit, oh Mother-fucking What the hell The Bloody Pit of Horror! [Bridge] I-I - I lead the Zombie Army [x3] I-I - They are my sweetest slaves [Verse 2] The Zombie King he walks alone The Zombie King he has no throne Just a never ending hunger And a hole that can't be filled By the centuries of victims from the living he has killed Who have all passed beneath the Earth To transform into living dead and swell his martial ranks Who ever thought you could teach them to drive tanks? Drive tanks through banks Zombies, March! The Zombie King, he calls his troops, Der Krieg is coming soon The filthy fiend stand wall-to-wall, and this is a big room! The creatures of the underworld are an imposing bunch But zombies are my sweetest slaves, as long as they get lunch Vampires, they fucking suck, you know, because they're gay Biker Werewolves, what a joke, they've sure seen better days Zombie King don't give a damn cause he already rules Even though his followers are nincompoops and boobs Zombies, March!