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
We are the eaters of the dead
We are the eaters of the dead
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
We are the eaters of the dead
We are the eaters of the dead
We are the eaters of the dead


We are the eaters of the dead
We are the eaters of the dead
We are the eaters of the dead
We are the eaters of the,
We are the eaters of the dead