Demented Are Go
Daddies makin' monsters
In the back garden shed
Playing with the animals
Fucking with the dead
Messing round with children
Pulling out their eyes
Sewing arms to faces
And...
If it doesn't sweat, jiggles, or smells why should I even bother to go.
But with this band everything sweats, jiggles, and smells. This one was demented, this one was one hell...
Out there in the darkness
They're coming after me
A thousand stalking zombies
They want my brains to feed
The neighbours must be lying dead
Brains all over the floor
Now...