Burn! Burn! Burn!


BROCK:
Let’s Brock!

I set my sights. I take aim.
I pull the trigger, now show me some brain!
That’s one, that’s two, that’s three,
Look how I’m saving the day.

It’s hard to think that a few weeks ago,
I was just your average joe.
I wore a tie to work, what a jerk,
But that’s when everything changed.

The dead came alive and they climbed right out of their graves!
Like hell ate too much and blew chunks all over the place.

I grabbed my shotgun and I ran outside!
The streets were full of walking corpses alive.
I was like man this wack! And I snapped!
And I just started to shoot.

I can’t deny that the violence was quite satisfying.
Every thunderous blast added mass to my self-esteem.
There ain’t no thrill like a kill that sends a head a flying.
If this zombie event never ends that’d be alright with me.

(Radical Shotgun Solo)

TOWNSPEOPLE:
Oooh, in the dead of night.
His muzzle fire shined like beacon of light.
Like lady liberty if she had a shotgun.

Oooh, He answered the call.
He just swept in and re-killed them all.
He shot them down to the ground back where they came from.

Oooh, How he gets by,
On a seemingly unlimited ammo supply.
Like Paul Revere in a way that don’t make sense much.

Oooh, We could have helped,
But Brock just swept in and did it all himself.
He’s the man he’s got the plan dontcha?

BROCK:
Uh…
Hey look, a zombie!

CHILD:
Wait, mister, that’s my mommy!

BROCK:
Sorry kid, even mombies have to die!

They’re carnivorous beasts who don’t feel in the least so remember.

TOWNSPEOPLE:
They may have been our children, they may have been our mothers.

BROCK:
You must show no remorse, stay the course and fill them with lead.

TOWNSPEOPLE:
They may have been our reverends or extra marital lovers

BROCK:
Our loved ones are gone, a grave fact we’ll all have to learn

TOWNSPEOPLE:
But they’re all nasty now. All we’ve got is each other.

BROCK:
Honor the dead with a gift, the gift of watching them burn.

TOWNSPEOPLE:
Watch them burn!

BROCK:
I set my sights. I take aim.
This ones for her, gonna blow ’em away.
That’s one, that’s two, that’s three.
But I’m still filled with hate.

All I’ve got is this unquenchable thirst.
A taste for blood, revenge or worse.
Gonna wipe them out take them down, down to the last one.

Gonna hunt them down and line them up
Then I’ll mow them down and pile them up
Then I’ll dowse them down and light them up
and burn!

Gonna hunt them down and line them up
Then I’ll mow them down and pile them up
Then I’ll dowse them down and light them up
and burn.