This is what we're afraid of, it is our greatest fear
It's not a rapist, ghost or maniac, we've run out of beer!
We need more brew we've got no time to waste
Cases of malt liquor, I know just the place
Who's got some cash, where's the money we need?
Weredude spent it all on some s***** skunk weed!
What a f***** douche, now we're all screwed
That's when the best of ideas was brewed!
We don't need cash, just some man power
we'll rob a liquor store in a half an hour
We need more sets of hands, more zombies is what we need
Pile up some dead bodies, summon Witchdoctor Steve!
Our buddies Mr. Potts and Officer Rathbun
Reanimate their bodies, before they start to turn
We march our freshly made zombie bros quietly down the street
They're hungry when they're new so we feed them hipster meat
To the liquor warehouse on 18th and Ash, we're breaking in we don't need cash
Chainsaw brought his old pickup truck, we're stealing it all, we don't give a f***
Cases of malt liquor, only the finest
Thousands of cans, piling up behind us
Mickys, King Cobra, Schlitzes Blue bull
Steel Reserve 211, out of control
Country Club, High Life, Colt 45
So drunk, f***** up, I feel so alive
Throw the can behind you, start to slam dance
Oh s***, oh f***! An avalance of cans!
We stole too much beer, way more than we need!
Where did all the bodies go? What happened to Steve?!
We lost our ghouls Rathbun and Potts, this is a f***** scenario
Run for your life, oh holy s***, this is a f***** beercan burial!
Beercan Burial, f***!
It's not a rapist, ghost or maniac, we've run out of beer!
We need more brew we've got no time to waste
Cases of malt liquor, I know just the place
Who's got some cash, where's the money we need?
Weredude spent it all on some s***** skunk weed!
What a f***** douche, now we're all screwed
That's when the best of ideas was brewed!
We don't need cash, just some man power
we'll rob a liquor store in a half an hour
We need more sets of hands, more zombies is what we need
Pile up some dead bodies, summon Witchdoctor Steve!
Our buddies Mr. Potts and Officer Rathbun
Reanimate their bodies, before they start to turn
We march our freshly made zombie bros quietly down the street
They're hungry when they're new so we feed them hipster meat
To the liquor warehouse on 18th and Ash, we're breaking in we don't need cash
Chainsaw brought his old pickup truck, we're stealing it all, we don't give a f***
Cases of malt liquor, only the finest
Thousands of cans, piling up behind us
Mickys, King Cobra, Schlitzes Blue bull
Steel Reserve 211, out of control
Country Club, High Life, Colt 45
So drunk, f***** up, I feel so alive
Throw the can behind you, start to slam dance
Oh s***, oh f***! An avalance of cans!
We stole too much beer, way more than we need!
Where did all the bodies go? What happened to Steve?!
We lost our ghouls Rathbun and Potts, this is a f***** scenario
Run for your life, oh holy s***, this is a f***** beercan burial!
Beercan Burial, f***!