The biker gang was cruising down the road
the sky was a golden ode
Suddenly, they saw something they never thought they'd see
Walking dead, a horde of misery
The old dogs are fearless, they know what to do
They ride with their brothers, they ride for the crew
They take on the zombies, with all their might
They fight for survival, they fight for the light
The undead rise from their graves,
The old dogs gear up for the fight,
The roar of the engines, the sound of blades,
The night is theirs, they'll take it tonight.
The blood, the sweat, the tears,
Old dogs fight without fears.
The night's gone, the fight is won
Old dogs, stand as one.
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022