A Date With Fulci

Caught in a B-movie vortex
There’s a zombie on my TV screen
A cold glass of beer in my hands
Is it real or a dream?
My mind doesn’t work properly
Hallucinations in my brain
My body’s starting to rot
But I don’t feel any pain
There’s a monster in my basement
Just crazy for human flesh
He’s polite and a little bit shy
He’s almost human almost dead
I know there’s another guest at home
But I couldn’t find him yet
He was wallep alive
Because he tried to open the Gates of Hell
A date with Fulci
Every day
Horror prevails
The moon is bright
I have a date tonight
Cadavers and monsters rule my universe
Echoes of terror pain that feels good
Storms of horror B-movie devourer
Condemned to live in my world of darkness
My roommate is a sex offender
He loves bitches, whores and strippers
My roommate quacks like a duck on the phone
My roommate is The New York Ripper
Our friends are a bunch or hungry zombies
They will eat you without no pity
We live in the House by the cemetery
We live in Dunwich city