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(There's a chemical. There’s some chemical that’s, uh, soaked into the soil of

the, uh, graveyard, and made the corpses come back to life

Yeah, well what fucking chemical?!

245 Trioxin it’s called.)

(The events portrayed in this song are all true. The names are real names of

real people and real organizations.)

We can go to the park

But the cops’ll kick our ass in the dark

Ain’t got no gas for the car we can’t get far

Let’s wait for Freddy inside the cemetery

'Cause he’ll know where to go, he’s always in the know

He’s working at Uneeda Medical Supply

He’s shifting through the clutter

Split dogs, dead butterflies

He’s hanging with Frank

The basement is dank

There’s something rank

Trapped in that tank

Shit!

What the fuck is up with Trash

She’s always showing off her ass

What the fuck is up with Trash

She’s always showing off her ass

She wants to get drunk

To get crunk

Twerk like a punk

Shaking all her junk

Flirt, fuck, fly

She ain’t afraid to die

Do you ever fantasize

About getting killed

It would be a thrill

To have your brains spilled

We forgot about frank

Don’t touch that fucking tank It’s full of

T-R-I-O-X-I-N

T-R-I-O-X-I-N

2−4-5-T-R-I-O-X-I-N

Trioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin

(And these two geniuses managed to open the god damned container and let the

son of a bitch out!)

Stenciled on the tank:

Frank an' Freddy popped the lid and now the air is poisoned

They’re stunned, undone, frightened, ruined, wizened, threatened, undead,

undead!

All the corpses in the place

Get up and join the zombie race

All the corpses in the place

Get up and join the zombie race

Can’t shoot 'em

In the head

Even though they’re

Undead

Gotta cut 'em into pieces

Watch the pieces

As they’re twitching

Like a hundred

Baby fishes

Frank and Freddie on a mission

Ernie Kaltenbrunner’s oven

Burn the zombies

In the oven

Ernie Kalten-

-brunner's oven

(All you can do is just burn 'em

Gotta totally reduce 'em to ashes so there’s nothing left to come after you)

Hey, what’s that white smoke?

I guess they picked a new pope

Tina, Chuck, Tracey, Spider, Scuz, Trash, Suicide

Dancing on the graves

Of everyone that died

When it begins to rain

They run to the car

To escape the pain

Their skin is burning

They don’t know what to do

And Trash is naked too

Got to get to shelter

Everything is helter sketler

Its rain-ning

T-R-I-O-X-I-N

T-R-I-O-X-I-N

2−4-5-T-R-I-O-X-I-N

Trioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin

(Why, what the hell’s goin' on out here?

Mister, that graveyard out there’s full of people coming out of the ground!)

Trash is queen of zombies

Queen of motherfucking zombies

She is dancing like the 80's

Just like Michael Jackson’s babies

They say:

«Want brains»

«Live brains»

«More brains»

«Need brains»

«Want brains»

«Live brains to kill the pain»

«And kill the pain»

Rise zombies

Rise like a phoenix from the ashes

Rise up and join

Our clique of rotting corpses

Ambulance has got a CB radio

I know a trick

«Send more paramedics»

«Send more paramedics»

«Send more paramedics»

«Send more paramedics»

Colonel Glover’s in bed

Waiting to hear

About the undead

It has been

17 years

His heart is full of fears

And as the end nears

A solution appears:

Clean efficient easy

Nuclear fusion technology

Clean efficient easy

Nuclear fusion technology

Drop the bomb on you and me

To kill off all the zombies

It’s raining

T-R-I-O-X-I-N

T-R-I-O-X-I-N

2−4-5-T-R-I-O-X-I-N

Trioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin

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