YOU KNOW THE
DAY IS COMING,
WHEN THEY'RE
TAKING OVER.
GRAB YOUR SHOTGUN,
STOCKPILE FOOD AND
SHELTER IN A BUNKER

YOU CAN'T RUN,
YOU CAN'T HIDE,
IT'S A BLOODBATH OUTSIDE.
THOUGH THEY'RE SLOW,
THEY STILL KNOW
HOW TO FIND YOU!
WITH THEIR FANGS
AND THEIR CLAWS,
THEY WILL RIP
YOUR FACE OFF.
ITS YOUR HEAD,
ITS YOUR HEAD
THEY ARE BITING!

THE LIVING DEAD,
THEY'LL EAT YOUR HEAD,
ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE,
EH, EH
THEY WANT YOUR BRAIN,
THEY'RE INSANE,
ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE
EH, EH, EH,
OH, OH, OW, OW, OW, OW!

ANOTHER WACKO
HIGH ON,
BATH SALTS
HE WAS SNIFFING.
THEY WANDER
THROUGH THE CITY
HUNGRY FOR
MORE VICTIMS.

SO LETS BASH
IN THEIR HEADS,
LIKE IN “SHAUN OF THE DEAD”
GRAB A BAT,
GET A CLUB,
THEY'RE STILL FIGHTING!
IF THEY BITE YOU
YOU'RE SCREWED,
‘CAUSE THEN YOU'LL
BE ONE TOO.
ITS YOUR HEAD,
ON YOUR HEAD,
THEY'LL BE DINING!

THEY'LL EAT YOUR HEAD,
THEY'RE UNDEAD
ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE,
EH, EH
THEY WANT YOUR BRAIN,
THEY'RE INSANE,
ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE
EH, EH, EH, OH, OH, OW, OW, OW, OW
OH, OH, OW, OW, OW, OW!