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SONG NAME: Zombie Island
PARODY OF: N/A
SUBJECT: Zombies
 
CREDITS: Austin Aeschliman: Lead vocals, back-up vocals, guitar, bass, producer. Patrick White- Back-up vocals. Dino-Mike: Zombie moaning. Ted Wilson: Drums, strings, engineer.
 
COOL STUFF: The longest song ever featured on the Mad Music Dementia Top 20. Totally did not win the Mad Music Archive's Halloween Song Contest, isn't that cool! My favorite song on my debut album.
 
WORLD PREMIERE: A-Log On The Air Waves
RELEASED ON: Wrong Side of the Bed
AVAILABLE ON: Wrong Side of the Bed
 
ORIGIN: I wrotet this song a long time ago, it used to only be for 3 minutes but for some reason I added the extra material to make it ten. Originally it was an idea I had that had a totally different tune, which I completely re-wrote with the same basic idea. I think it turned out pretty great.
 
LYRICS: Written by Austin Aeschliman
 
I wanna go on vacation
I wanna go today
Where often there is mutilation
And the food tastes A-Okay
I wanna go somewhere
I’ve got the trip planned
Where every one is scared
To luxurious Zombie Island

Let’s go to the island
Where all the natives want our brain
Yeah, Zombie Island
May sound a bit Insane (But I assure you)
Let’s go to the island
Where the food is all the rave (Cause it’s you)
Now come watch with me
While they rise from their grave

Now it’ll be a long plain ride
About ten hours full
And don’t be surprised
But the island’s shaped like a skull
When we arrive on the sand beach
Plenty of zombies will great us, man
But please don’t get too freaked
When they grab you and eat your hand

Let’s go to the island
Where all the natives want our brain
Yeah, Zombie Island
May sound a bit Insane (But I assure you)
Let’s go to the island
Where the food is all the rave (Cause it’s you)
Now come watch with me
While they rise from their grave

Forgot to mention you see
That you might end up dead
Because lately
The water has run red
But don’t panic
We can just hide
He said it would awesome
I’m gonna kill that brochure guy

Run for you’re life
Cause the zombies are their way
They’ll eat your intestines
And throw your spleen into the bay
They’ll check the contents of your stomach
And then eat it afterwards, yeah
They’ll eat your vocal box
And even that tape worm you have

You gotta,
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, honey
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, baby
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, honey
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, baby

Saw one walking down the street
He was looking for a bite to eat
I offered that zombies a piece of cheese
But alas his order was my arteries
Oh yeah!

Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, honey
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, baby
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, honey
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um
You gotta shoot um

I’m just a zombie
Everybody thinks I’m bad
Just because I want to eat your flesh as a snack
I’m just a zombie
But also I have feeling
If you were a zombie well, I’d let you eat me
Cause we zombies are not all the same
Most of you think we’re kind of lame
But let me tell you I’ll eat your bones
We’ll come to your house, some day
Eat your families delicious brains
But we’re not unreasonable, we’re not gonna eat your ears,so you can still call your body on the phone
It’s discriminatory behavior
To shun a stranger
Even if he looks like he wants to eat your head
I may not be perfect
But hey, what do you know about me?
Maybe I was a vegetarian

Yo gotta,
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, honey
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, baby
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, honey
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, baby
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, honey
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, baby
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um, honey
Shoot um up, shoot um up
You gotta shoot um

They just won't die
I don't know why
Shot um in the stomach
And I shot um in the eye
But unfortunately those zombies won't die
Won't die
And now I cry
They'll never die
Why can't they just settle for some ham on rye
Or maybe they could lay down and die
Just die, why can't you just die! Oh stupid zombies
Zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie.

Lyrics Copyright 2008: Austin Aeschliman
All rights reserved, unauthorized use is totally whack, yo!
 
 
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