Zombie Apocalypse (NDC)

What a time to be alive, Swinging my eighty-inch-chainsaw, Knee deep in zombie-guts, Cuttin' through bodies like butter. Lookin' like a dude with cerebral palsy, swingin' this chainsaw-monster over my head. Die, zombie-motherfucker, die! Die, zombie-fuck's, die! Turning bodies into pulp, Brains into mush, Celebrating victory, but hush, they can hear us. Zombie apocalypse, A million corpses, there's no end to this, they just keep on coming, like a steady stream of halfdead misery. Gotta love it! Die, zombie-motherfucker, die! Die, zombie-fuck's, die! Turning bodies into pulp, Brains into mush, Celebrating victory, but hush-hush, they can hear us. Drop dead, Drop dead, now, Die by my rotating chains of death. Limb by limb they go to sleep, Whilst I pray the lord my soul to keep. "God, I am enjoying this a little too much." Die, zombie-motherfucker, die! Die, you zombie-fuck's, die! Turning bodies into pulp, Brains into mush, Celebrating victory, but shush, they can hear us. (Vroom-Vroom-Vroom!) Slay, slay, slay, every day, my skin, embalmed in blood and goo, Gotta love it. Defending humanity one zombie at a time. Bring it on, I want more! More! Is this all you've got, Zombie-fucks? Die, zombie-motherfucker, die! Die, zombie-fuck's, die! Turning bodies into pulp, Brains into mush, But hey, shut the fuck up, they can hear us..