A lonely mad scientist in the dead of night
A cold winters chill never felt so right
You see this mad scientist had something brewed
It was hellaceous for me and you
You know Dr. Stone rose from his grave
The airtight coffin left him unscathed
He found himself lost in the mist
Looking for that evil mad scientist
This ain't no Raccoon City or the Crossroads Mall
When there's no room left in Hell you know the dead will crawl
So put the rude in the rude boy
Skank to the ska
You know those angel's trumpets
And devil's trombones are gonna now call
That Queasy Weasel and The Helltone Three
Playing that horn as loud as can be
Angel's trumpets and devil's trombones
Calling out to the depths unknown
Pick it up!
This ain't no Raccoon City or the Crossroads Mall
When there's no room left in Hell you know the dead will crawl
So put the rude in the rude boy
Skank to the ska
You know those angel's trumpets
And devil's trombones are gonna now call
Ants in my Eyes Johnson - Zombie Surf Party Lyrics
Ants in my Eyes Johnson - Zombie Surf Party Lyrics
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A lonely mad scientist in the dead of night
A cold winters chill never felt so right
You see this mad scientist had something brewed
It was hellaceous for me and you
You know Dr. Stone rose from his grave
The airtight coffin left him unscathed
He found himself lost in the mist
Looking for that evil mad scientist
This ain't no Raccoon City or the Crossroads Mall
When there's no room left in Hell you know the dead will crawl
So put the rude in the rude boy
Skank to the ska
You know those angel's trumpets
And devil's trombones are gonna now call
That Queasy Weasel and The Helltone Three
Playing that horn as loud as can be
Angel's trumpets and devil's trombones
Calling out to the depths unknown
Pick it up!
This ain't no Raccoon City or the Crossroads Mall
When there's no room left in Hell you know the dead will crawl
So put the rude in the rude boy
Skank to the ska
You know those angel's trumpets
And devil's trombones are gonna now call
A cold winters chill never felt so right
You see this mad scientist had something brewed
It was hellaceous for me and you
You know Dr. Stone rose from his grave
The airtight coffin left him unscathed
He found himself lost in the mist
Looking for that evil mad scientist
This ain't no Raccoon City or the Crossroads Mall
When there's no room left in Hell you know the dead will crawl
So put the rude in the rude boy
Skank to the ska
You know those angel's trumpets
And devil's trombones are gonna now call
That Queasy Weasel and The Helltone Three
Playing that horn as loud as can be
Angel's trumpets and devil's trombones
Calling out to the depths unknown
Pick it up!
This ain't no Raccoon City or the Crossroads Mall
When there's no room left in Hell you know the dead will crawl
So put the rude in the rude boy
Skank to the ska
You know those angel's trumpets
And devil's trombones are gonna now call
Writer: Russell Johnson, Dave Jacobson, Eric Lefevers, Juan Gomez, Mike Ellison, Christopher Russell, Jeff Van Reiken, Scott Deimler, Alden Denny
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Ants in my Eyes Johnson
Language: English
Length: 6:51
Written by: Russell Johnson, Dave Jacobson, Eric Lefevers, Juan Gomez, Mike Ellison, Christopher Russell, Jeff Van Reiken, Scott Deimler, Alden Denny