We're just crackers to these beings.
Don't you think we should be fleeing?
You can stick around; I'm running.
Go ahead and be a dumpling.

They were living before
Doom turned them into connoisseurs of gore.
Like mummies with bad skin,
They rend-dissect you to ingest your intestines.

You'll be their second repast
Don't you understand?
(Undead!)
The antipasto, a guy named Pete.
(Undead)
People, the living, to them--meat.
(Undead)
They'll dine if you don't beat feet!

Undead eat ya,
Undead eat ya.

They're cold and frosty and moanin',
And you they will be debonin'.
And your feet they will be noshin'
Even if you've been galoshin'.

They were living before
They turned into connoisseurs of gore.
Their fangs will masticate
Your feet, digest the rest, and salivate.

You think that beef jerky's hard--
They chew rayon pants
(Undead)
You won't live--you're undead's meat.
I hear you cryin' as undead eat.
(Undead)
Nothin' left but size 10 feet.

Undead ate ya,
Undead ate ya. . . .