Born in a morgue on a dead end street
An example of urban decay
Momma never took me to trick or treat
No wonder I turned out this way
Mommy was a zombie
I wasnât part of her plan
Mommy was a zombie
Daddy the invisible man
Apothecary lovers used to sneak in at night
And carry Mommy dearest away
Her soul left her body on endless flight
Sheâs still a walking corpse today
Mommy was a zombie
I wasnât part of her plan
Mommy was a zombie
Daddy the invisible man
Left the morgue behind when I was just sixteen
A sacrificial lamb on the run
Psychosis diagnosis and some thorazine
Iâm finally Mommy Zombieâs son
M-M-M-Mommy was a zombie
I wasnât part of her plan
Mommy was a zombie
Daddy the invisible man
Mommy was a zombie
Daddy the invisible man
Mommy was a zombie
Daddy the invisible man