Nuclear Hatred - 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