(The song kicks off with a fast, upbeat, slightly distorted guitar riff, a driving bass line, and a relentless, punchy drum beat. Think classic pop-punk opening.) (Verse 1) (Vocal is fast, energetic, slightly snotty) Another Friday night, the town is dead asleep, Except for the strange noises from the alleys, dark and deep. My phone just died, my friends are late, the pizza's getting cold, But something's moving in the street, a story to be told. A groan, a shuffle, then a moan, right outside my window pane, Looks like the graveyard crew is back to party in the rain! They're tearing up the sidewalks, they're flipping all the cars, And honestly, my usual Friday night's not this bizarre! (Pre-Chorus) (Guitar riff gets a little heavier; drums hit a quick fill) I heard the news report, they said "Contagion on the loose!" But I was busy scrolling, yeah, what was the damn excuse? Now there's a horde outside my door, just looking for a feast, And my biggest worry was, "Did my pop-punk shirt get creased?" (Chorus) (Music explodes—huge, ringing power chords, faster drums, anthemic vocal) OH-OH-OH! They're coming for your brain! OH-OH-OH! They're dancing in the rain! It's the Undead Prom Night! And they're not here to sway, They're just hungry, hungry zombies, gonna eat you anyway! OH-OH-OH! No time to feel the dread! OH-OH-OH! Just gotta use your head! We're fighting off the brain-eaters, yeah, it's a frantic spree, Just another Tuesday night for kids like you and me! (Verse 2) (Slight drop in volume, but the pace is still frantic. Vocal is a bit more sarcastic.) My ex just shambled by, still wearing that old band tee, Guess some things never change, even post-apocalypse! She's got that blank stare down, that vacant, hungry gaze, Man, I should've seen the warning signs back in our dating phase! They're limping through the drive-thrus, demanding extra fries, With empty eye sockets and a hunger in their sighs. The cheerleaders are groaning, the jocks are falling down, Looks like the whole damn senior class is taking over town! (Pre-Chorus) (Building energy again) I heard the news report, they said "Contagion on the loose!" But I was busy scrolling, yeah, what was the damn excuse? Now there's a horde outside my door, just looking for a feast, And my biggest worry was, "Did my pop-punk shirt get creased?" (Chorus) (Full-throttle, shouted delivery) OH-OH-OH! They're coming for your brain! OH-OH-OH! They're dancing in the rain! It's the Undead Prom Night! And they're not here to sway, They're just hungry, hungry zombies, gonna eat you anyway! OH-OH-OH! No time to feel the dread! OH-OH-OH! Just gotta use your head! We're fighting off the brain-eaters, yeah, it's a frantic spree, Just another Tuesday night for kids like you and me! (Guitar Solo) (A fast, melodic, but slightly fuzzy pop-punk solo. It's catchy and high-energy, not too technically complex, then slams back into the main riff.) (Bridge) (Music drops low, stripped to just bass and a simple drum beat. Vocal is more conversational, slightly exasperated.) I've seen enough horror films to know the rules by heart, Aim for the head, don't trip, and always play your part. But who knew dodging zombies felt just like the school dance? Trying to escape a situation, just to get another chance! (Suddenly, a loud, distorted chord and shout) C'MON, LET'S GO! (Chorus) (Final explosive chorus, even faster and more frantic, gang vocals on the "OH-OH-OH" parts) OH-OH-OH! They're coming for your brain! OH-OH-OH! They're dancing in the rain! It's the Undead Prom Night! And they're not here to sway, They're just hungry, hungry zombies, gonna eat you anyway! OH-OH-OH! No time to feel the dread! OH-OH-OH! Just gotta use your head! We're fighting off the brain-eaters, yeah, it's a frantic spree, Just another Tuesday night for kids like you and me! (Outro) (Guitar riff repeats, speeding up and becoming more chaotic, with heavy cymbal crashes. Ends with a final, choked, distorted power chord.) (A faint, drawn-out "Braaaains..." can be heard right before the cut-off.)
