Im going six feet under the home for the homeless,
to the home of heroes and legends,
im walking down the street of transition now towards the termination
station,
the room is dark,
and there is only black light,
nothing to guide me on,
im going to kick my oxygen habit,
im going to join the coned

Zombie zoo,
i have arrived,
in fiddlers green i will play,
the final song,
the final symphony,
where your welcome everyday

ill take your hat, said the man in black,
and it dissapeared without trace,
ill take your life, said the man with the knife
and he placed it in the mahogony case

Zombie zoo,
i have arrived,
in fiddlers green i will play,
the final song,
the final symphony,
where your welcome everyday

It didn't take to long till i realised that i was cooking for the
kennedys,
as i was told to baste the formaldehyde turkey,
to marinate it in soil and worms and allow it to slowly cool to room
temperature,
to finish it, i was told that i had to donate my liver pate soon,
and when it is all ready i was told to sample it with a samonella
spoon

Zombie zoo,
i have arrived,
in fiddlers green i will play,
the final song,
the final symphony,
where your welcome everyday