Zamboni

In the middle of the hockey game Machine comes out to clean up the stage But things are different this particular day 'Cuz Pete the Zombie's here – he's looking insane Gets on his baby and he's loaded on beer Turns the ignition on and starts up a cheer He's got that look in his eye – time to do something bad Cheers turn to screams and it is totally rad Fear the Zamboni Fear the Zamboni Fear the Zamboni Everyone scream And so begins the bench clearing brawl Nobody here is safe – no matter how tall And don't you even try to leave your seat 'Cuz nothing's gonna stop Zamboni Pete He'll grind you up in his machine of death Watch your intestines get pulled out of your chest There's a decapitated head in the goal post The home team wins and now they're toast Fear the Zamboni Fear the Zamboni Fear the Zamboni Everyone scream What's this commotion on the hockey rink? The screams of pain and my God, what a stink The smell of beer and piss and rotting flesh Entrails are scattered at this game of death Everyone's dead but the fun's just begun There's the door, Pete's gotta run With his icy tank of certain fate When he comes to your town you'll know it's too late Fear the Zamboni Fear the Zamboni Fear the Zamboni Everyone scream