(Same town, now in the middle of the night. Zombies appear in a hotel nearby the building the gang's sleeping in.)
ZOMBIES:
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
(TIFFY wakes up immediately, and gets PETER and RUSS up. The others move about. TIFFY, PETER and RUSS run over to the hotel. When they get in, they starting fighting the zombies.)
PETER:
Peter Moss, and he's dipping in the four door
44 and it's pointing at your window
Ain't a good shot, here come four more
Getting hot, so I play in the snow
(Decapitates a zombie)
In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things
See the dead on the cover of a magazine
See my smile, it was born from amphetamines
Better duck, 'cause it's war on my enemies
(kicks another zombie away)
Oh, God, think I lost it oh no
Lost some and wanna watch the rest go
A mad man when I'm mixed with Soco
Who would've thought a man could sink to so low
Now, who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty?
Putting holes in the hotel lobby!
(grabs TIFFY'S gun and shoots the zombies coming towards him)
All you dead bitches are just another hobby
And I'll let you dig, where I dump your body
RUSS:
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind
(TIFFY picks up grenade.)
TIFFY:
You know I got a grenade, and it's got your name on it
I'ma spit on your grave and engrave a dick on it
People say I'm insane and to put the brakes on it
Let me buy you a drink, how 'bout a roofy, gin and tonic?
(picks up glass and throws it)
Yeah, Tiffy Gold seems to be so hated
It's just me being intoxicated
'Cause being sober's so overrated
The Dark Silencers, what have you created?
(slams a zombie against the wall)
I know that we have never really met before
But, tell me, does this rag smell like chloroform?
(picks up rag and stuffs it down a zombie's throat)
You know that I'm the reason people lock their doors
But, I got nothing but time, so, I'ma wait on the porch
You got nowhere to run too, so, don't try hiding
'Cause I'm known to be like Jack Nicholson from The Shining
(runs over to a locked door and breaks it down. More zombies appear.)
Yeah, I'm breaking your door down, so, don't try fighting
Yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed, or the dead keep biting
RUSS:
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind
(RUSS swings mace around and stabs several zombies at the same time.)
ZOMBIES:
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight
RUSS:
As if!
PETER:
You better check twice, look under your bed
Turn on your nightlight, cover up your head
'Cause they do exist, and there's no need to pretend
That you're not afraid of meeting the Undead
(beheads a zombie)
Red, red rum, when you look into these eyes
Say goodnight, 'cause it's almost your bedtime
(throws a bell)
Buckle up, 'cause it's time to fly
You got a first-class ticket to Colombian Neckties
Take a seat, you could sit in the front row
The voice in your head is just them in your headphones
Everybody knows that they're the devil's heroes
Come and get a ticket, follow them to the creep show
RUSS:
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind
(Zombies are all killed in the hotel, and some others are running away, singing the last part of the song.)
ZOMBIES:
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the dead bite
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight
RUSS:
Man! That was exhausting!
PETER
Tell me about it.
RUSS:
(to TIFFY) It looked 'safe enough'?
TIFFY:
Excuse me for being tired.
RUSS:
Uh-uh, girlfriend. You're not excused.
TIFFY:
I'm the leader for a reason.
RUSS:
Oh yeah, and you're doing a hell of a job!
PETER:
Girls! Stop fighting!
RUSS:
Well, Russ ain't no girl!
PETER:
Says the one acting like it.
TIFFY:
Let's just go back and try to sleep.
RUSS:
Like hell I will. (TIFFY glares at him, he sighs) Fine.
PETER:
Great.
(Exit)
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ZombieCore: the Musical
ParanormalAll songs are Nightcore version (faster and highpitched than the originals) and NOT OWNED BY ME! Cover by TrustfulDolphin69 (in case you were wondering who designed the fabulous cover) P.S. The songs are just for you to know how they go. I changed...
