| It’s all night at the high school
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| Power blackout
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| Outside the safe zone
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| Now we’re ass out
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| Pass out the handguns
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| Access half down
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| The pack is crazy
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| Blood splashed the background
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| The teens emerge in
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| When we reach the …(bourbon)
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| Watching those beasts of burden
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| Feast on virgin
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| Tee chilla down tee
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| In a meaty curtain
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| Till the breakfast club
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| (Allie) Sheen is hurting
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| It’s a goddamn massacre
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| The last persons it ain’t (petalk)
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| It’s me and socks
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| (Need a) set for terms
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| Can’t tell if the rest are cursed
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| 'Cause the whole entire earth
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| Wants to wet (ken furbes)
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| It’s count Sockula, not Dracula
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| Travel times, solve crimes: Scott backula
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| Near ran to a large tarantula
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| And by large I’m talking gargantuar
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| We’re on a rampage
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| And I got stamined up
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| Canned goods can’t open with my hands or what
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| Severed up, like man gotta step it up
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| It’s no spoof, want proof?
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| Check the camera
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| Nay-sayers turn the party … meddlings
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| Zombies get shot in the heart with a head piece
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| Soon as we mark in the target, the lich kings
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| Harvest, the darkness: March of the dead things
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| We be the gruesome, twosome
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| Rock the smooth lyrics
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| Like the rooms haunt: it got the school spirit
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| Nice or rot, two coffins in the car
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| Gym packed full of zombies, dressed for the prom
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| Gotta fresh course sauce *nom*
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| Dead corpse mom *mom*
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| Surely was the game but we can sure source 'nam
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| Exorcise demons from out the team vessel
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| Like how can we wrestle with a halloween special?
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| Put the pedal to the metal
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| Whole strings like gepetto
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| Teenage tales from the crypt that’s incredible
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| Reload the shotguns
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| Shots to independable
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| Lost in the mist
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| Just dodging three tentacles
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| The creature from the platter gleamed
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| Thought it was edible
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| I did it in a minute or less
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| So unforgettable
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| Embedded head to head with a dreaded predator
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| Got beheaded when I sliced them from the neck to the genitals
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| Squirt wet with the pep squad
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| Try to make a meal of uss
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| Cheerleaders still are good though chillier
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| Yeah, I was set all stacked now it’s easier
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| Ask Socks: how you feel about necrophilia?
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| Well I almost got bit by a tartess in red jeans
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| Stepped, overshadowed real crops in the shelfings
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| Raising the flames she’s heart’s gonna melting
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| Heartless, regardless: march of the dead things |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song March of the Dead Things (Night of the Necromantics), artist - The Herbaliser. Album song There Were Seven, in the genre