Back from the grave, down to the pub
They always, always come back
They crave for a brew to wash down your brains
An eight percent grey matter sludge
Made from beer and brains
Doubles of mortal remains
Drain the dregs
Zombies will empty the kegs [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gama_bomb/zombi_brew.html ]
They eat the living but drink their tins
Fermenting in the kegs the army kept them in
Watch your beers, the zombies are about
They're being touchy-feely and staring at your brain
Bent for the rent for another pint of that shit
They piss all over the offy floor
So I sold my soul for a tray of terror tins
A graveyard booze-up tonight
Wake up at six, struck by beer cancer
Time for a puke out my ass (and a good cry)
Zombie party wrecked my flat
I'll piss in the graveyard tonight