Night of the Skanking Dead Lyrics

We continued driving the dragula along

the dark and spooky highway to Kingston Babylon

The Graveyard Guys are getting high in Studio 13

Rolling bones and getting stoned on the dancehall weed.

The sky began to darken. The headlights won't come on!

The rain turns green now I can see it's water from a bong!

Lotta vengeful gods and shaman's plot to terrorize the dead

And infect the tombs with poison fumes where Boo Dudes fear to tread.

Bud is sham

Bud is sham

If you're offered a "gram", tell the dealer to scram

Ganja kills kids

In the chaos of the storm, I heard an evil laugh

At that point, I realized we no longer had a map

We got turned around, but then we found a creepy, creaky gate

which opened slow and we seemed to know that this was the place

Beyond the spooky gate there was a yard of graves

and shack in the back from which was heard the haunted booty bass

The smell was fuckin vile. The sounds we heard were yucky

When we approached the studio of the Dancehall Duppy.

Bud is a scam

Bud is a scam

Say "No, thank you ma'am"

When you're offered bread of the lamb

Graveyard Guys realize

Bud is a scam

Marijuana is death

Will kill you. Ganja kills you. Fuck you, ganja.

The door was hanging open. The odor was obscene .

Blacklight posters of dead composers glowing neon green

The console room was haunted. We had to intervene.

Lee Scratchy Scary captures tracks in Studio 13

The Thing choked on his candy. Gravebones; clearly fried.

Creep E. Allen tempting fate, smokes weed until he dies

Buddy tells us Graveyard Guys owns all of our shit

Gravebones honks a doob from lawyers ancient writ.

Boo Dudes are damned

Boo Dudes are damned

Bud is a scam

And Boo Dudes are damn

Ashamed to commit this piece of shit.

Ska album done. Thank fucking god.