She was killed last saturday night
She was gagged and her feet tied
Marks of a struggle
bloody prints on the door
Knife in her back
more blood on the floor, she was...
BACK FROM THE DEAD
She was killed last saturday night
bound and gagged for his delight
Her eyes gouged out her head smashed
and upon her back a bloody slash
BACK FROM THE DEAD
CORPSE
In that bloody pile,
theres a bitch i wanna defile
she's lyin on the floor
beggin me for more
but she never will
that motherfuckers dead
she took too many pills
but i need some head
cus i feel like fuckin a corpse
i wanna fuck a corpse
i wanna have some fun
im on the fuckin run
gonna take her to my truck
then were gonna fuck
dont need to have a car
cus we wont drive far
i feel like fuckin a corpse
i wanna fuck a corpse
i wanna feel my dick
go into its ass
From the shadows he fuckin arises
no one knows who he is
he wears different disguises
One things sure hes got a blade
slashin through life hes got it made
He loves to stab he'll kill you with a truck
he dont care more corpses to fuck
get in your house, lock the door
cause you know he loves the gore
This is a fuckin slasher story
he loves to kill he makes it gory
loves to slice he loves to stab
he'll kill your mom he'll kill your fuckin dad
SIlver BULLET
Its the 31st of October and the full moon is bright
they come out of their darkened graves
eyes gleaming with delight
something somehting power trip
the way that you can kill me best
is to send that silver bullet straight through
.................................MY CHEST!!
?TWO EVIL EYES
Two Evil eyes in the back of her head
staring afar bringing out the dead
wrought from the grave every single one
like parastaltic waves looking for fun
Two evil Eyes.... Gazing right at you!
Two evil eyes in the back of her head
staring afar bringing out the dead
they will tell me what to do
killing... just for you
Theyre soo hypnotizing
cant take my eyes away
Fuckin Skull Song
We are punx from San Antonio
We dont care bout no oil
we just want, to get drunk
like i said were fuckin punks
Fuckin skull song! skull! skull!
Livin here in texas, all i wanna do
is jam out with my friends
and kick it with my crew
Fuckin skull song! Skull! Skull!
man standin over my open grave
shoving his hands into my decay
lust in his eyes fear in his bones
waiting for the thrusts and to hear the moans
He digs deap expecting the dead
all he finds are bones and a rotten head
ZOMBIES
They rise up from their graves saturday night
carving up your pools causing quite a fright
They cruisin down the streets
searchin for some brains
riding through your hood this town will never be the same
Zombies... are chasin after me!
Theyre burning down your schools
and killin your police
somethin something theyll never release
theyre called the undead
and they roam this land alone
skating when they can, always getting stoned
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