Barnstorm Zombie Revival
You came, you saw, you conquered nothing
Wings of your own backyard
Pluck a peacock's feather
Trade for my everlasting revenge
Get the glory bus outta here
Ride the serpent's grey back
Medusa tried to kiss me
So I slipped her the tongue
Stonehearted bitch
All I wanted was some fun
Fortune city, land of the dead
Romero was a visionary
The ol' Bub too, my friend
Barnstorm revival
Wick up your hair and let your legs down
The DJ's a stiff
And we're dusting off the lids
Barnstorm
Barnstorm
Barnstorm
Revival

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