(to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Mine eyes have seen the coming of another zombie horde

I wish they'd go away but instead they come toward

I'd hoped they'd just give up, but undead do not get bored

They just think I'm a snack


Zombies zombies are undead

Zombies want to eat my head

I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one

But the horde comes for my brain


I see that I'm outnumbered and I try to beat retreat

But everywhere I go is the sound of undead feet

Normally I don't worry, but my brains they want to eat

This just can't be good


Zombies zombies are undead

Zombies want to eat my head

I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one

But the horde comes for my brain


One of them gets too close, so I punch him in the nose

Doesn't do much good; I just get gunk on all my clothes

He just stumbles back and starts again to close

I withdraw again


Zombies zombies are undead

Zombies want to eat my head

I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one

But the horde comes for my brain


I get the drop on one, so I stab him in the back

Too bad for me his friends come and join in the attack

The legions are too much for me alone to hack

so I should run and hide


Zombies zombies are undead

Zombies want to eat my head

I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one

But the horde comes for my brain


Somehow I get away and I hide inside a house

Try not to make a sound; be as quiet as a mouse

but of all my dread bad luck, my fear I cannot douse

So they can smell me here


Zombies zombies are undead

Zombies want to eat my head

I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one

But the horde comes for my brain


A zombie rushes up with a crash against the door

The wood starts giving way; my fortress not secure

The first one shuffles in - followed by some more

My odds don't look so good


Zombies zombies are undead

Zombies want to eat my head

I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one

But the horde comes for my brain


I level my shotgun and I shoot one in the head

It's the only thing that really kills these damned things dead

I shoot another round and dive behind a bed

Then I hear a *click*


Zombies zombies are undead

Zombies want to eat my head

I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one

But the horde comes for my brain


Being out of shells, with my hands I must now fight

One gets through my guard and my flesh he starts to bite

The life drains from my eyes and I walk into the night

suddenly craving brains


I'm a zombie. I'm undead

and I want to eat your head

You may think that I'm deceased but on your flesh I will now feast

I will taste your brain