Lyrics of 'Trioxin' by Zombies! Organize!!

There's a chemical
There's some chemical that soaked into the soil of the graveyard and made the corpses come back to life

Yeah, what fuckin' chemical?
2-4-5 Trioxin, it's called

The events portrayed in this song are all true
The names are real names of real people and real organizations

We wanna party tonight
We'll have a party tonight
We'll have a party tonight
We'll have a party tonight

We could go to the park
But cops'll kick our ass
In the dark

Ain't got no gas for the car
We can't get very far
Let's wait for freddie
Inside the cemetery
'Cause he'll know where to go
He's always in the know

He's working at uneeda
Medical supply
He's shifting through the clutter
Split dogs, dead butterflies

He's hangin with frank
The basement is dank
There's something rank
Trapped in that tank

Shit
What the fuck is up with trash
She's always showing off her ass
What the fuck is up with trash
She's always showing off her ass
She wants to get drunk
Wants get crunk
Twerk like a punk
Shaking all her junk
Flirt, fuck, fly
She ain't afraid to die

Do you ever fantasize
About getting killed
It would be a thrill
To have your brains spilled
We forgot about frank
Don't touch that fucking tank
It's full of

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Trioxin, trioxin, trioxin, trioxin

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Trioxin, trioxin, trioxin, trioxin

And these two geniuses managed
And these two geniuses managed to open the goddamn container and let the son of a bitch out!

Stenciled on the tank:

Frank-n-freddie pop the lid
And now the air is poisoned
They're stunned, undone, frightened, ruined, wizened, threatened, undead, undead!

All the corpses in the place
Get up and join the zombie race
All the corpses in the place
Get up and join the zombie race
Can't shoot 'em
In the head
Even though they're
Undead
Gotta cut 'em into slices
Get 'em into tiny pieces
Watch the pieces
As they're twitching
Like a hundred
Baby fishes
Frank and freddie on a mission
Ernie kaltenbrunner's oven
Burn the zombies
In the oven
Ernie kalten
Brunner's oven

All you can do is just burn 'em
All you can do is just burn 'em
Gotta totally reduce 'em to ashes so there's nothing left to come after you

Hey, what's that white smoke?
I guess they picked a new pope

Tina, chuck, tracey, spider, scuz, trash, suicide

Dancing on the graves
Of everyone that died
When it begins to rain
They run to the car
To escape the pain
Their skin is burning
They don't know what to do
And trash is naked too
Got to get to shelter
Everything is helter sketler
Its raining

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Trioxin, trioxin, trioxin, trioxin

Why, what the hell's goin' on out here?
Mister, that graveyard out there's full of people coming out of the ground!

Trash is queen of zombies
Queen of motherfucking zombies
She is dancing like the 80's
Just like michael jackson's babies
They say:
"Want brains"
"Live brains"
"More brains"
"Need brains"
"Want brains"
"Live brains to kill the pain"
"And kill the pain"

Rise zombies
Rise like a phoenix from the ashes
Rise up and join
Our clique of rotting corpses
Ambulance has got a cb radio
I know a trick

"Send more paramedics"
"Send more paramedics"
"Send more paramedics"
"Send more paramedics"

Colonel glover's in bed
Waiting to hear
About the undead
It has been

17 Years
His heart is full of fears
And as the end nears
A solution appears:

Clean efficient easy
Nuclear fusion technology
Clean efficient easy
Nuclear fusion technology
Drop the bomb on you and me
To kill off all the zombies
It's raining

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Trioxin, trioxin, trioxin, trioxin

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