Why are there so many films about zombies,
and people who run and hide
Zombies are hungry, looking for something,
we’d like to keep inside

Dead and so cold that you’d hardly beleive it
There’s really no place you can flee

Some day we’ll find it,
the Zombie Connection
The groaners, the biters, and me

Who said that every bite would be infectious,
if it just broke the skin
Was it the Government, or some crazy Doctor,
I think that they’ve done us in

There’s no escaping this world that is breaking,
there’s really no place you can flee

Some day we’ll find it,
the Zombie Connection
The groaners, the biters, and me

All of us going to hell
We know that it’s probably black magic

Do you have half a brain,
and have you heard groaning
I’ve heard them calling for brains

Run from the shambling ghouls,
look for a shotgun
shushock, blam blam, refrain

I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it,
the shuffling and calling for brains

Some day we’ll find it,
the Zombie Connection
The groaners, the biters, and me