[Verse 1]
Little paws in the graveyard grass
Grave-dirt halo on their backs
Tiny eyes on a compost heap
Undead squeaks from a midnight sleep
[Chorus]
That ferral weeeak!
From their tiny mouths
Zombie guinea pigs
Chewin’ the garden down
That ferral weeeak!
Hear the gnawing sound
They eat the dead
Dead leaves
’Til the roots come out
[Verse 2]
They don’t want brains
They want brown
Dry stems
Crunching every stem like a war on them
Rotten vines in a skull-shaped bowl
Mulch on their lips
They’re out of control
[Bridge]
Little teeth
On dead green
Little kings
Of the rot scene
[low vocal register] March in line
Fur all matted
Chew that graveyard lettuce tattered
[gang vocals] FERAL
WEEEAK
[Chorus]