[Verse 1: JT Music]
Francis here, can't stand it here
So if you happen to get a chance, hand me beer
I'm a man's man who never had a fear of vampires
Even now that they're here
Did you hear that, Bill? They're not zombies
Could werewolves be real now? Probably
Being confident is not cocky
Why are you guys alive? 'Cause you brought me
No cops or laws? I love anarchy
I'll throw a post-apocalyptic party
Start up a bar fight with some rotting bodies
Better get a bouncer if you want to stop me
I miss my hog, it was a Harley
Now I've got to walk and I hate walking
Don't touch the vest, you might make a mess
And then I'll hate you 'cause I hate washing
I hate hospitals plus the doctors in them
I hate subways and all the tunnels with 'em
I hate graveyards and fish 'cause water is dumb
I hate Louis' stupid optimism
I hate sewers, I hate stairs
Hate helicopters flying in the air
Hate elevators, hate Ayn Rand
Insulaphobia, I hate islands
Good thing I'm indestructible (Hell yeah)
I'm an alpha-male, untouchable (Hands off)
Only demons that I'm comfortable with
Are Hell's Legion 'cause I'm one, you know (Merry Christmas)
I get the job done with a shotgun like an action movie
Want to get tattoo of Bruce Campbell soon
Because that tat' would be groovy
[Chorus: Bonecage]
What you gonna do without a shotgun, buddy?
Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain
Gun and stick, the dead are quick
Teamwork is the game
Hear the moaning in the wall
Smell the rotting of the flesh

[Verse 2: Daddyphatsnaps]
Come on, guys! Where are your positive vibes?
Uniting will keep us alive
Positive thoughts, guiding deposited shots
Right in the head 'til it's off
I.T. specialist, never a veteran
Now I am harrowin', severing festering flesh
Remembering work at a desk
Now this whole Earth is a mess
I guess I'm here to uplift but living in this is a trip
And one that we'll never forget
You think you know fear until your whole crew disappears
You're tasting the salt of your tears
And your only peers appear to be
Not of the living and near, you flee
You're scared, rightfully so
Tip-toe, where can you silently go? Nowhere
There is no privacy, blows, taking their toll
Pace, it is starting to slow, fear, it is rising
Knowing that there is no chance of reviving and they're arriving
I would be lying if I didn't admit that this is some terrible timing
So how do I face the dying?
You fire for the sake of firing
And driving a stake while smiling
Never a break, it's great surviving
Death isn't fate defying
Mauling and biting, clawing and crying
We're rolling in deep, the four
And goring the streaks of hordes
We're killing elite, a corps
Even the score, beat 'em in war
[Chorus: Bonecage]
What you gonna do without a shotgun, buddy?
Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain
Gun and stick, the dead are quick
Teamwork is the game
Hear the moaning in the wall
Smell the rotting of the flesh
What you gonna do without a shotgun, buddy?
Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain
Gun and stick, the dead are quick
Teamwork is the game

[Verse 3: Veela]
Little red checking in, chicka in charge, aggro kicking in
Keeping up hard, our goal, seeking it
Slinging in armed, pistol's akimbo
Let a man know, cupcake ain't sweet
Dash of trauma, dash of freak
Yeah, I can go sustained for weeks
Sip up, Polanski, yeet
That schoolgirl fantasy man
It's gotta go, leave me alone
These jocks ain't on the team, man
They want to hold you so close
Make sure you fight the lean, man
Or you won't be going home
A little chrome to the dome
And you're done if you don't get up
I never thought I would see half the stuff I've seen up until now
I wonder if Dad's safe in Heaven
I wonder if he hates me for not waiting to find out
I bet he'd survived if I'd let him
I know for a fact there was no chance for you, Mama
I've been a mess since I just can't forget it
I'm scared but I'm keeping that as my personal problem, yeah
So I've got your back, boys, let's get 'em
[Chorus: Bonecage]
What you gonna do without a shotgun, buddy?
Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain
Gun and stick, the dead are quick
Teamwork is the game
Hear the moaning in the wall
Smell the rotting of the flesh

[Verse 4: Dan Bull]
I'm Bill, a military vet
So you better give me some respect
Never ready 'til I've lit a cigarette
I'll be hitting on the nicotine with every living breath
Down to the filter, still we'll be burning
Like a spinning wheel and I will 'til i'm turning
Chill, these little human vermin
Are never going to kill Bill, they're not Uma Thurman
I'm an old dog learning new tricks
I'll turn a zombie to a bit of goo in two ticks
The kind of injury that isn't something you fix
With a cute first-aid kit or some glue-sticks
Now blaze up the defibrillator
'Cause I'm baking these brains like a big potato
Micturate on any prick that plays up
But nevertheless, if you're in a fix, I'll save you, huh
I can't stand Francis, so I hope you'll understand my frankness
While we're being attacked, there's no time to be unctuous
That man makes me so anxious
No shrapnel in Vietnam could have stopped me
Got back with a handful of medals and a shot knee
So, I'll be damned if I'm going let a hungry zombie run me down
I'm a Humvee
Handle an M-16 like an 'em sixteen
No friendship needed, I wield it clean
And then get mean, yeah, it's pretty indiscreet!
Check it, I've been bringing this heat
Ever since the swinging sixties
Kids these days with their phones and their ripped jeans
Don't even know what they're missing, bitch please

[Chorus: Bonecage]
What you gonna do without a shotgun, buddy?
Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain
Gun and stick, the dead are quick
Teamwork is the game
Hear the moaning in the wall
Smell the rotting of the flesh
What you gonna do without a shotgun, buddy?
Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain
Gun and stick, the dead are quick
Teamwork is the game