Zombie Bells

Written and Performed by the Kings of Carnage

Sloshing through the blood

Of zombies that we’ve slayed
Through the gobs of goo
Laughing all the way…

Moaning pieces swing
Shrinking from the light
What fun it is to laugh and sing
As we kill undead tonight

Oh, Zombie bells, what a smell!
Bone and tendons fray,
Oh what fun it is to blow
A freakbag’s ass away…

Oh Zombie bells, straight from hell
Oozing with decay…
Ring their bells with shotgun shells
And monkey bombs and blades

A day or two ago,
We took a nice sleigh ride,
Little did we know,
zombie was inside,

The meatsack tried to bite,
and tore a hunk of skin,
So we ripped his head off, threw him out,
And then ran over him! Hey!

Oh, Zombie bells, what a smell!
Bone and tendons fray,
Oh what fun it is to blow
A freakbag’s ass away…Heil!

Oh Zombie bells, straight from hell
Oozing with decay…
Ring their bells with shotgun shells
And monkey bombs and blades Da!

Deck the Halls - Choir

Written and Performed by the Kings of Carnage

Deck the halls with undead Nazis
Tis the season to kill zombies

Take a shotgun for good measure
Headless zombies for your pleasure

Don we now our shotgun barrels
Crack their bones and suck the marrow

See the blazing guns before us
Strike them down in blood and gore-us.

Blow their heads off for good measure
Reload ammo from a box of treasure

Deck the Halls – Kings mix

Written and Performed by the Kings of Carnage

Deck the halls with chunks of Zombie

Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

That one there looks just like Gandhi

Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

Don we now our heavy weapons

Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

Blast their asses to the heavens

Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

See the bonebag’s head exploding

Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

You shoot now, cuz I’m reloading

Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

Raining guts, looks like fair weather

Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

Shooting, hacking all together

Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

'Twas the night before Christmas

Written and Performed by the Kings of Carnage

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the haus
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse;
The shotguns were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Zombie Claus soon would be there;

Tak and Hempsey were snug in their beds,
While visions of murder danced in their heads;
And Nik in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clamor,
I reached for my luger and pulled back the hammer.

Away to the window I flew without haste,
Tore open the shutters and began to lay waste.
The blood on the breast of the new-fallen dead
Gave the luster of rubies all glistening and red,
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a miniature sleigh pulled by filthy monkeys…

And then, as I stood with my mouth all agape
I heard the moaning and gnawing of those damn dirty apes.
As I drew back the trigger, all set for the kill,
Down the chimney came Zombie Claus – ah, what a thrill!

He was wearing the flesh he tore from St. Nick,
And his clothes were all bloody…
A bundle of limbs poked out from his sack,
And he looked like a hobo, just having a snack.

His eyes were glazed over… his nose was not there!
His cheeks were half eaten, but he had not a care!
The drool from his mouth spilled onto the floor,
And the stench from his carcass, I simply adored;
The stump of a leg he held tight in his teeth,
And he wore some intestines on his head like a wreath;

He had sores on his face and a distended belly,
That shook when he moaned, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was deliciously gaunt, it made me giggle,
And I laughed and I laughed, I wet myself…a little;

 A wink of his eye as it “popped” from his head,
Oh how I love, the sexy undead;
He spoke not a word, and went straight for my heart,
As I leveled my 12 gauge; and blew him apart,

On the floor lay his finger aside of his nose,
On the tree, like ornaments, were his teeth and his toes;
And then in an instant, he sprang back to life,
I threw down the gun, and reached for my knife.

But up the chimney he went, as he gave me the finger,
“Nein!” I shouted “you must stay, you must linger!”
And I heard Zombie Claus moan, as he flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-bite."

Dreidel

Written and Performed by the Kings of Carnage

Zombie Zombie Zombie,
With rotten, hanging skin,

Our game is short and simple,
I shoot you and I win

I shot a little Zombie, I blew its head away

And though it couldn’t see me, It still wanted to play

You’ve lost a couple fingers, your eye pulled out by crows

The maggots really love you, They’re coming out your nose …hole

Zombie Zombie Zombie, With rotten, hanging skin,

Our game is short and simple, I shoot you and I win

I’m liking to shoot Zombie, I’m liking to have drink

Zombie killing fun… but Vodka…better

My zombie is so playful, It follows me around

I give him drinks of gasoline, Then burn him to the ground, (banzai!)

Zombie Zombie Zombie, With rotten, hanging skin,

Our game is short and simple, I shoot you and I win

I love the smell of zombies, Decaying flesh is hot

They are so wet and sticky, I savor every clot

You’re all decayed and puss-y, And missing a few parts

But with a well placed headshot – You’ll look like modern art