(Verse 1)
The clock strikes twelve, the moon hangs low,
A graveyard shivers, watch it grow.
Misty tendrils reaching out,
No longer whispers, now a shout.
Rhythm pounding, bass so deep,
Restless spirits from slumber leap.
No disco beat, no silky glide,
Just raw guitar, nowhere to hide.
(Pre-Chorus)
They're rising up, a ragged crew,
Torn-up denim, old and new.
No polished moves, no fancy steps,
Just shuffling, staggering, taking preps.
For a mosh pit, truly dire,
Fueled by unholy fire.
(Chorus)
It's a zombie night groove, a punk rock fright,
Under the pale, electric light.
Undead, alive, they thrash and sway,
Forget the fear, just rock today!
With ragged clothes and vacant stare,
A pit of ghouls beyond compare.
Yeah, it's a zombie night groove,
The reanimated start to move!
(Verse 2)
Air grows thick, with dread and fun,
Lifeless eyes reflect the sun.
Or streetlights, dim and grim,
Reflecting back from limb to limb.
They stumble forward, not a waltz,
Just heavy boots, and ghastly faults.
Broken chord, a feedback squeal,
This undead party feels so real.
(Pre-Chorus)
They're rising up, a ragged crew,
Torn-up denim, old and new.
No polished moves, no fancy steps,
Just shuffling, staggering, taking preps.
For a mosh pit, truly dire,
Fueled by unholy fire.
(Chorus)
It's a zombie night groove, a punk rock fright,
Under the pale, electric light.
Undead, alive, they thrash and sway,
Forget the fear, just rock today!
With ragged clothes and vacant stare,
A pit of ghouls beyond compare.
Yeah, it's a zombie night groove,
The reanimated start to move!
(Bridge)
The crowd's alive, or so it seems,
Living out their darkest dreams.
Lead guitar, a wailing cry,
As moonbeams paint the horror sky.
(Guitar Solo)
A shredding solo, sharp and mean,
A frantic, loud, chaotic scene.
(Outro)
Night fades out, but not the sound,
Creepy echoes bounce around.
A final chord, a heavy thump,
The zombie groove, a final jump.
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