Quincy Punx - Mutants (shall Feast On Thine Carca**) lyrics

I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits We're having a party on the eve of the apocalypse The Punx'll survive the nuclear blast Then the world will be ours at last We'll ransack the local armory And get all kids of high tech weaponry Living in the rubble of World War III Safe in a fortified brewery With motion detectors and claymore mines To back our No Tresspa**ing signs We'll be tyrants and do as we please Enslave the pitiful refugees We'll be a new society The most decadent in history With s**-slave girls on golden chains And bloody arena combat games Exotic grisly executions Are weekend party institutions [Chorus:] Nuclear castastrophe Armageddon World War III The end of the world but not for me It's my post punkrock nuke fantasy On safari in the forbidden zone where flesh-eating zombies roam Our enemies staked out as bait Lure mutants to where we wait We let them have their ghoulish feast Then open up and spray the beasts So just remember if you cross us Mutants shall feast on thine carca** [Repeat Chorus] Burning survivalists out of their shelters Omega man singing Helter Skelter Road warriors with beers in hand Amrageddons offical band