Zombie Fingers Rock the Graveyard

Hey, Dave. Dave. Come on, Dave.

We got a gig. We can't just cave. For a zombie,

you sure got flesh. With fingers flying everywhere. Zombie fingers play

out loud. Ripping ribs that shake the crowd. Day by day, don't be late.

Those undead hands controlled our fate. Your strings don't care if you're alive.

They scream and howl, they twist, they dive. A bony solo

raw and slick. You shrek that acts like a lunatic. Dead or not,

you make it sing. A six string king with a rotting ray.