Running from the crazies is wearing me down,
A moaner, a howler sucks through the mayor’s spleen,
Corner to corner all guts display a horror scene,
Maggots eat away at a once called somebody; they’re all nobodies,
Only bodies
Street roamers, these roamers feel nothing inside,
Their souls ‘round the sky, bedtime strikes for demise,
Hey, hey, hey living dead man!
What’s left of your neighbors say “get the hell out of this place”,
There’s become no such thing as a human race,
The swamp has hunger for metal on this vehicle; they know our faces express a white flag,
You know we might be fucked and that’s kind of a drag, kind of a drag,
Ragged, blooded clothes on green faded skin,
It’s us against them and you need a head to win
Street roamers, these roamers feel nothing inside,
Their souls ‘round the sky, bedtime strikes for demise,
Hey, hey, hey living dead man!
Brains stuck between rotting molars,
Are those that aren’t in the right state of mind considered killers?
Brains stuck between rotting molars,
Are those that aren’t in the right state of mind considered killers?
Slam a shot, fire a shot,
War of the dead verses the undead