Men of science misuse the deceased
 Taught them to rip and to slay
 Soon they are legions filling the streets
 The fool and his flesh part ways

 Who is the enemy? Who is you friend?
 What is their purpose? We can't comprehend!
 Flesh is creeping from the bones of the dead
 Look out behind you-they're eating your head!

 Guts! Guts! Guts! Guts!
 Shock-Ah!

 Zombies are drinking our guts tonight
 Their faces are pictograms [sic] of rot
 Yank out your eyeballs and sup them they might
 (But then again maybe they'll not)