Wish that I was on old Zub on Top, Rising from the grave. Ain’t no brains in a peaceful spot, But the living still misbehave. Once you bite em, they don’t fight back, Just another to join the swarm. Rising up to Zub on Top, Where the dead don’t feel no harm. Chorus Zub on Top, youll never rot, Rotting all your days. Zub on Top, youll rise again, Living cant escape our gaze. --- --- Cornfields are as dead as we are, Grain rots under the moon. We don’t need food, just human flesh, We’ll have it all soon. They tried to lock us in the ground, But we clawed our way right back. Zub on Top, where death is life, And brains are our favorite snack. Chorus Zub on Top, youll never rot, Rotting all your days. Zub on Top, youll rise again, Living cant escape our gaze.

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