watching Dawn of the Dead while I stand on my
head, ooh think you're down in the dumps, wait
till dead person jumps on you when a zombie picks
you up and smashes open your head you find
yourself dead it isn't my fault, some pepper and
salt ought to fix it up

I waved the magic wand, now it's gone beyond
control don't let the dead men in, there's a
problem in the soul

do you know what I mean when I speak of machine,
oh it's a symptom of fear, it's a black magic
gear, no it's another dawning of the full moon,
much like a typhoon, or a monsoon it isn't my
fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up

don't want to reminisce of the dead like this, you
don't risen from shallow graves, made to be our
slaves, but they won't

(hey mon, hey don't eat my brain, mon... I was
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this was the prophecy, a lobotomy for lunch the
voodoo man finally cracks, and it really packs a
punch but don't you be fretting now, you're
forgetting now, all right pepper and salt they say
keeps the dead away, keeps the dead away at night

watching Dawn of the Dead while I stand on my
head, ooh think you're down in the dumps, wait
till dead person jumps on you when a zombie picks
you up and smashes open your head you find
yourself dead it isn't my fault, some pepper and
salt ought to cast them away

do you know what I mean when I speak of machine,
oh it's a symptom of fear, it's a black magic
gear, no it's another dawning of the full moon,
much like a monsoon, or a typhoon this isn't my
fault, some pepper and salt ought to make them all
go away go away go away