Complete with 48 of the world's most popular apocalyptic seasonal hits, this 4-CD box set has updated versions of all your old favorites, including...
| Oh, the devils outside are frightful, But on fire, they're so delightful. And since we've no place to go, Let 'em groan! Let 'em groan! Let 'em groan! |
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| Chester roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping off your nose. You'll find Carol being sucked by Claire, And folks in pies of Eskimo. |
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| Silent night, holy Christ! Here they come! This ain't right! Round yon corner, mother and child Shamble toward us bloody and wild. Death would be a relief. Death would be a relief. |
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Of course no doomsday collection would be complete without these beloved numbers:
| Hark! the herald angels sing, "Blast the head off that damn thing!" Please unearth us some more food. God! us sinners are all screwed. |
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| I'm dreaming of a red Christmas, Unlike the ones we used to know. Where bodies glisten, And we all listen, For sounds of movement down below. |
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| Have yourself a very brittle Christmas As your limbs decay. From now on, Your arms will both be miles away. |
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And who can forget these timeless classics?
| Come and hold me, pa rum pa pum pum. An awful thing to see, pa rum pa pum pum. Our finest are dying, pa rum pa pum pum. Then re-animating, pa rum pa pum pum, Rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum. |
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| On the fifth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Five cold dead things! Four mauling hordes, Three strange men, Two useless guns, And a car for which I have no key. |
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And many more!
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You voice is as smooth as that of a Norwegian yak!
ReplyDeleteA brain in the hand is worth two in the ... nom, nom, nom #zombieproverbs
ReplyDeleteThere's a zombie apocalypse? I thought it was just a really bad flu going around.
ReplyDeleteThe brain eating was unusual, I admit.
"death would be a relief" is hands down the best lyric
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, Chris! I never get tired of hearing that.
ReplyDeleteMatt, beauty is in the eye of the brainholder. #morezombieproverbs
Bryan, you think brain eating is odd? Well, maybe in Canada...
Thanks, Falen, that is a pretty good lyric. Of course, I'm kind of partial to Chester roasting on an open fire. (By the way, I'm no longer talking about lyrics.)
Truly, gristlylicious. Just in time for the holidays. You have a marvelous way with words, my dear. Death would be a relief? Perfection. So in keeping with the holiday spirit...well done ;)
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, Carol! Of course, as gristlylicious proves, you're not too bad with words yourself. Enjoy the holidays!
ReplyDeleteWhere can I go to place an order for this? Oh, and by the way, Nate, I gave your blog a shout-out today over on my blog. Happy Holidays!
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm sorry, Jeffrey, you were too late this year. The discs went like hotcakes. Unfortunately, they were also eaten like hotcakes, so no one actually spent the holidays listening to me and my dulcet tones.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, thanks for the shout-out! I may have taken a week and a half to acknowledge it here, but I was much more timely on your blog... which you already know... so I guess this comment is for everyone else's benefit. Yeah, that's it.
My favorite song from the entire album was the one to please the jewish people, Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of brains, and with some rye it's ready, I'll eat it up today.
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