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There's a chemicalThere's some chemical that soaked into the soil of the graveyard and made the corpses come back to lifeYeah, what fuckin' chemical?2-4-5 Trioxin, it's calledThe events portrayed in this song are all trueThe names are real names of real people and real organizationsWe wanna party tonightwe'll have a party tonightwe'll have a party tonightwe'll have a party tonightWe could go to the parkBut cops'll kick our assIn the darkAin't got no gas for the carWe can't get very farLet's wait for FreddieInside the cemetery'Cause he'll know where to goHe's always in the knowLetras de cancionesHe's working at UneedaMedical Supply He's shifting through the clutterSplit dogs, dead butterfliesHe's hangin with FrankThe basement is dankThere's something rankTrapped in that tankShitWhat the fuck is up with TrashShe's always showing off her assWhat the fuck is up with TrashShe's always showing off her assShe wants to get drunkWants get crunkTwerk like a punkShaking all her junkFlirt, fuck, flyShe ain't afraid to dieDo you ever fantasizeAbout getting killedIt would be a thrillTo have your brains spilledWe forgot about frankDon't touch that fucking tankIt's full ofT-R-I-O-X-I-NT-R-I-O-X-I-N2-4-5-T-R-I-O-X-I-NTrioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin, TrioxinT-R-I-O-X-I-NT-R-I-O-X-I-N2-4-5-T-R-I-O-X-I-NTrioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin, TrioxinAnd these two geniuses managedAnd these two geniuses managed to open the goddamn container and let the son of a bitch out!Stenciled on the tank:1-800-454-8000Frank-n-Freddie pop the lidAnd now the air is poisonedThey're stunned, undone, frightened, ruined, wizened, threatened, undead, undead!All the corpses in the placeGet up and join the zombie raceAll the corpses in the placeGet up and join the zombie raceCan't shoot 'emIn the headEven though they'reUndeadGotta cut 'em into slicesGet 'em into tiny pieceswatch the piecesAs they're twitchingLike a hundredBaby fishesFrank and Freddie on a missionErnie Kaltenbrunner's ovenBurn the zombiesIn the ovenErnie Kalten--brunner's ovenAll you can do is just burn 'emAll you can do is just burn 'emGotta totally reduce 'em to ashes so there's nothing left to come after youHey, what's that white smoke?I guess they picked a new popeTina, Chuck, Tracey, Spider, Scuz, Trash, Suicide Dancing on the gravesOf everyone that diedWhen it begins to rainThey run to the carTo escape the painTheir skin is burningThey don't know what to doAnd Trash is naked tooGot to get to shelterEverything is helter sketlerIts rainingT-R-I-O-X-I-NT-R-I-O-X-I-N2-4-5-T-R-I-O-X-I-NTrioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin, TrioxinWhy, what the hell's goin' on out here?Mister, that graveyard out there's full of people coming out of the ground!Trash is queen of zombiesQueen of motherfucking zombiesShe is dancing like the 80'sJust like Michael Jackson's babiesThey say:"Want brains""Live brains""More brains""Need brains""Want brains""Live brains to kill the pain""And kill the pain"Rise zombiesRise like a phoenix from the ashesRise up and joinOur clique of rotting corpsesAmbulance has got a CB radioI know a trick"Send more paramedics""Send more paramedics""Send more paramedics""Send more paramedics"Colonel Glover's in bedWaiting to hear About the undeadIt has been17 yearsHis heart is full of fearsAnd as the end nearsA solution appears:Clean efficient easyNuclear fusion technologyClean efficient easyNuclear fusion technologyDrop the bomb on you and meTo kill off all the zombiesIt's raining T-R-I-O-X-I-NT-R-I-O-X-I-N2-4-5-T-R-I-O-X-I-NTrioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin, TrioxinT-R-I-O-X-I-NT-R-I-O-X-I-N2-4-5-T-R-I-O-X-I-NTrioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin, Trioxin From Letras Mania