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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