Turned on the tv, they said don't be afraid
The already dead's returning from their graves
So lock your windows and bolt up the doors
Load up the shotgun now
Let's bring on the gore and I said
Hey, hey, hey, they only wanna eat your brains
Hey, hey, hey, Mama those were days? of the dead
They're creeping up the porch now
Heading for the door
I pump the shot gun and point it toward the door
They try and tear it down begging for some brains
No way they're getting mine
There ain't no fucking way and I said
Hey, hey, hey, they only wanna eat your brains
Hey, hey, hey, Mama those were days? of the dead
Writer(s): Joseph Poole, J. Poole
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