Redneck Zombies

Redneck Zombies

If you want to mix it with some crazy hombres,
Take a night out with the Redneck Zombies.

Redneck Zombies (well oh well),
Redneck zombies (boy they smell),
They’re tobacco-chewin’, gut-munchin’,
Cannibal kinfolk from hell.

Repent at leisure and sin in haste,
They’re drinkin’ moonshine made from chemical waste.

‘N if you don’t like critters with skin like toads,
Don’t go hitchin’ on those backwoods roads.

They got a pick-em-up truck, its a glow in the dark,
They’ll take you to the haunted trailer park.

If they carve you up, take a slice out of you,
Wake up in the mornin’, you’re a zombie too.

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