Your knees are shaking frantic,
and your searching for the knife,
or some blunt thing that's handy,
for which to kill your wife, and...
Oh, the crowd is gathering,
and the newsman smiles at you and says to
"stay inside, gather supplies."
Bar the windows!
Lock the doors!
Scan the airwaves!
Look for more!
There's maddening static on the radio!
You can hear them in the streets, howling moans and shuffling feet. How do you kill what's already dead? Aim for the head, AIM FOR THE HEAD!
Set things in motion,
and on the morning in your eyes,
you see your loved ones,
melting off the bones,
Melting off the bones!
And then comes sickening clarity,
that as the evening falls,
you are the only living thing,
and you are all alone!
Bar the windows!
Lock the doors!
Scan the airwaves!
Look for more!
There's maddening static on the radio!
You can hear them in the streets, howling moans and shuffling feet. How do you kill what's already dead? Aim for the head, AIM FOR THE HEAD!
Hide and shrink,
then pound the door,
they smell you on the second floor.
They never sleep,
and they are the ever hungry...
If they break in and find you there,
one last smile will meet their stare,
they'll tear away all that they can,
and what is left will walk again!
Will walk again!
They'll tear away all that they can,
and what is left, and what is left will walk again!
Will walk again!
WILL WALK AGAIN!
They'll tear away all that they can,
and what is left,
and what is left,
will walk again!
They'll tear away all that they can, and what is left, and what is left, will walk again...
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