In the middle of the woods in northern Mississippi
There lies a broken down cottage beside a stream
Inside a family dwells with very little hope
For seclusion and starvation have got them by the throat
They've boarded up the windows and reinforced the doors
And covered up the stains of the father left on the floor
They never go outside for fear that if they do
They'll become... Zombie Food!
In the middle of a night there came a rapping so loud
The family was frightened it would draw a zombie crowd
So they refused to answer despite all the pleas
For the chances were good they would catch the disease
But the voice outside was determined to live
So he kicked the barricade down and stumbled in
He held in his arms a woman soaked in blood
And demanded help for this one whom he loved
The family swept clean the kitchen table and placed her upon it
Though the woman situation was certainly chronic
For when the mother saw the woman's wound she instantly knew that
This woman had become... a Zombie Snack
In the middle of the explanation of how his wife was attacked
The wife breathed her last breath and her eyes rolled back
The stranger's eyes filled to the brim with pain
But still he pulled a hammer out to drive it in her brain
No one tried to stop him, but he paused from memories
Leaned in to kiss her to set her soul free
But the son grabbed the stranger and pushed him back into a seat
The son said, "Sorry mister but your wife... she's Zombie Meat."
In middle of the fight between the stranger and the son
The wife woke up so the daughter grabbed the mother's gun
She squeezed and the bullet raced into the wife's head
Exploding out the other end (spraying brains more black than red)
The stranger screamed until the son covered the stranger's mouth
The son said, "Better shut up now or we'll throw you out!"
But he wouldn't stop so the family knocked him out and tied him up
The son turned to the mother and said, "Now look
We can't escape this house and we're almost outta' food
I hate to be the one to deliver this news
But there's only one thing left for us to do
We gotta' cook up... some Zombie Stew!"
Zombie Stew Video (MV)
Performed By: Mr. Monsterous
Language: English
Length: 6:59
Written by: Brighton Roc, Jon Hermison, Richard Ferguson
Mr. Monsterous - Zombie Stew Lyrics
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In the middle of the woods in northern Mississippi
There lies a broken down cottage beside a stream
Inside a family dwells with very little hope
For seclusion and starvation have got them by the throat
They've boarded up the windows and reinforced the doors
And covered up the stains of the father left on the floor
They never go outside for fear that if they do
They'll become... Zombie Food!
In the middle of a night there came a rapping so loud
The family was frightened it would draw a zombie crowd
So they refused to answer despite all the pleas
For the chances were good they would catch the disease
But the voice outside was determined to live
So he kicked the barricade down and stumbled in
He held in his arms a woman soaked in blood
And demanded help for this one whom he loved
The family swept clean the kitchen table and placed her upon it
Though the woman situation was certainly chronic
For when the mother saw the woman's wound she instantly knew that
This woman had become... a Zombie Snack
In the middle of the explanation of how his wife was attacked
The wife breathed her last breath and her eyes rolled back
The stranger's eyes filled to the brim with pain
But still he pulled a hammer out to drive it in her brain
No one tried to stop him, but he paused from memories
Leaned in to kiss her to set her soul free
But the son grabbed the stranger and pushed him back into a seat
The son said, "Sorry mister but your wife... she's Zombie Meat."
In middle of the fight between the stranger and the son
The wife woke up so the daughter grabbed the mother's gun
She squeezed and the bullet raced into the wife's head
Exploding out the other end (spraying brains more black than red)
The stranger screamed until the son covered the stranger's mouth
The son said, "Better shut up now or we'll throw you out!"
But he wouldn't stop so the family knocked him out and tied him up
The son turned to the mother and said, "Now look
We can't escape this house and we're almost outta' food
I hate to be the one to deliver this news
But there's only one thing left for us to do
We gotta' cook up... some Zombie Stew!"
There lies a broken down cottage beside a stream
Inside a family dwells with very little hope
For seclusion and starvation have got them by the throat
They've boarded up the windows and reinforced the doors
And covered up the stains of the father left on the floor
They never go outside for fear that if they do
They'll become... Zombie Food!
In the middle of a night there came a rapping so loud
The family was frightened it would draw a zombie crowd
So they refused to answer despite all the pleas
For the chances were good they would catch the disease
But the voice outside was determined to live
So he kicked the barricade down and stumbled in
He held in his arms a woman soaked in blood
And demanded help for this one whom he loved
The family swept clean the kitchen table and placed her upon it
Though the woman situation was certainly chronic
For when the mother saw the woman's wound she instantly knew that
This woman had become... a Zombie Snack
In the middle of the explanation of how his wife was attacked
The wife breathed her last breath and her eyes rolled back
The stranger's eyes filled to the brim with pain
But still he pulled a hammer out to drive it in her brain
No one tried to stop him, but he paused from memories
Leaned in to kiss her to set her soul free
But the son grabbed the stranger and pushed him back into a seat
The son said, "Sorry mister but your wife... she's Zombie Meat."
In middle of the fight between the stranger and the son
The wife woke up so the daughter grabbed the mother's gun
She squeezed and the bullet raced into the wife's head
Exploding out the other end (spraying brains more black than red)
The stranger screamed until the son covered the stranger's mouth
The son said, "Better shut up now or we'll throw you out!"
But he wouldn't stop so the family knocked him out and tied him up
The son turned to the mother and said, "Now look
We can't escape this house and we're almost outta' food
I hate to be the one to deliver this news
But there's only one thing left for us to do
We gotta' cook up... some Zombie Stew!"
Writer: Brighton Roc, Jon Hermison, Richard Ferguson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid