Song: The Night Before Christmas
Artist: The Kings Of Carnage
Album: A Very Zombie Christmas
Bought from itunes, and they are not available anymore
Sing a long
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse
I kill the mouse, BANG
That's good to kill, well done
The shotguns were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Zombie Claus soon would be there
I love Zombie Claus
Takeo and Dempsey were snug in their beds,
While visions of murder danced in their heads
MURDER! I like murder
And Nikolai in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
I be big spoon, you be little spoon, ya
shh, don't tell anyone ok
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
Oh, I hate monkeys
And then, as I stood with my mouth all agape
I heard the moaning and gnawing of those damn dirty apes.
Monkey have no honor
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
Man this is sick
A bundle of limbs poked out from his sack,
And he looked like a hobo, just having a snack.
Like my brother, he is broke
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
That's just wrong
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.
Like pregnant hooker
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,
Now were talkin
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.
You need katana
But up the chimney he went, as he gave me the finger,
"Nein!" I shouted "you must stay, you must linger!"
No, come back Zombie Claus
And I heard Zombie Claus moan, as he flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-bite."