Billy Creepshow - Cats of the Living Dead

We're all running all around town
Trying to get from where the cats are found
Crazy shit's about to go down
These greasers are moldy green and bloody red
They'll only go down for a bullet in the head
I hope you packed your lead
For the cats of the living dead
You better get the Hell out of the way
If you don't want to become their pray
These undead cats are really stray
These greasers are moldy green and bloody red
They'll only go down for a bullet in the head
I hope you packed your lead
For the cats of the living dead
They were delinquents when they were alive
With their leather and switch-knives
Now they're hungry for your brains
Eyeballs hang from their wallet chains
The streets have turned into a straight brawl
Hit them in the kneecaps with 8-balls
These zombie punks are still gonna crawl
These greasers are moldy green and bloody red
They'll only go down for a bullet in the head
I hope you packed your lead
For the cats of the living dead

Written by:
Billy Whitaker

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