Night of the Living Shred

As the hour approaches midnight

We approach the cemetery gates

While we're rocking in the moonlight

And getting drunk, the sleeping dead await



Our METAL



And a blinding flash of lightning

Illuminates the silhouette of three

Lunatics shredding among the graves

And chugging booze as corpses rise to see



Our METAL



Earth disturbed by morbid tunes now waking up the dead as a

Circle pit of skeletons moshes around our band

Mangled thrashing bodies bang their decomposing heads while the

Townsfolk who bare witness all have hearts now filled with dread



As the hour approaches daylight

We still rock the cemetery gates ‘til the

Last fucking beer has been drank

Then, hungover, the dead once more shall sleep