It was last Saturday night, and the moon shined bright When a couple of freaks walked down the street The already watched the newest gory horrormovie-trash And so the were hungry for some rotten human flesh Julian, George, Dick, Anne and Tim passed the cemetery lane When they met him – it was zombie-joe who said to them "One of you is the winner to become my midnight-dinner" We are the eaters of the dead But zombie-joe looked suddenly surprised When the freaky crowd starred into his decayed eyes They said: "we are the real eaters of the dead and for Your second funeral it's never too late! Cook him – roast him – eat him raw, we wanna taste some Zombie-sushi now" The dead eat the living and the living eat the dead, And zombie-joe cried out loud when they kicked his ass We are the eaters of the dead