Corpses Burning On A Funeral Pyre
Corpses burning on a funeral pyre
Undead nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols punctuated with gunfire
And folks dressed up like commandos
Everybody knows a vigorous head blow
Helps defeat the undead blight
Gun shots right between the running lights
Make it hard for zed to scream and bite.
America’s SgtMaj’s on his way
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if head shots make contaminated truly die
And so I’m offering this simple phrase
Despite the fact it may be the end of days
Merry Christmas to you!