Текст песни Zombi Brew

Back from the grave, down to the pub

They always, always come back

They crave for a brew to wash down your brains

An eight percent grey matter sludge

Made from beer and brains

Doubles of mortal remains

Drain the dregs

Zombies will empty the kegs

They eat the living but drink their tins

Fermenting in the kegs the army kept them in
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Watch your beers, the zombies are about

They're being touchy-feely and staring at your brain

Bent for the rent for another pint of that shit

They piss all over the offy floor

So I sold my soul for a tray of terror tins

A graveyard booze-up tonight

Wake up at six, struck by beer cancer

Time for a puke out my ass (and a good cry)

Zombie party wrecked my flat

I'll piss in the graveyard tonight