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Lyrics
[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]
Details
GeneratedDec 25, 2025
Duration1:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy punky rock with distorted power chords and hyperactive drums, tempo racing forward. Vocals sneer and shout with gang shouts on the title hook. Short, choppy guitar riffs answer the vocal lines; bridge drops to half-time stomp before a final explosive chorus with stacked, shout-along backing vocals.
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rock song about zombie guinea pigs. They eat dead vegetation. That ferral weeeak! From their tiny mouths.
