Carol of the Brains

Carol of the Brains

Hark! how the brains
Sweet, squishy brains
All seem to say,
“Dead come and play.”
Z-Day is here
Death must be near
For young and old
(…mostly the old.)

Brains, brains, brains, brains
Rotting remains
Make zombies sing
All shambling
Hear people plead,
Groans while we feed
From ev’rywhere
Filling the air

Oh how they cry
When we pass by
Missing a lung,
Eating their young,
Like a bad dream
Hear people scream
Their brains are fresh
We’ll eat their flesh.
Hungry, hungry, hungry,  hungry zombies.
Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry zombies.

Lend us your ear,
Oh, can’t you hear
Our undead groans
Outside your homes

Brains, brains, brains, brains.