Undead moan, are you listening?In the lane, blood is glistening.
A horrible sight,
We're screaming tonight,
Runnin' through a zombie wonderland.
Already turned, is your neighbor!
Zombies here, I belabor.
They moan their own song,
As we scream along,
Sprintin' through a zombie wonderland.
In the meadow we can beg for mercy.
They've already eaten Parson Brown.
They'll come for us next
And we'll say, "No, man!"
We're getting the hell out of this town.
Later on, we'll perspire,
As we scream, by the fire.
I'll say we're afraid
Of the zombies they've made,
Runnin' through a zombie wonderland.
(Taken with permission from the pages of Michael P. Spradlin's It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Zombies! A Book of Zombie Christmas Carols.)
Ha! Cool.
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