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Make sure the quarterly reports are packed inside my briefcase
Kiss the wife, kiss the kids, head out to the rat race
Wavin' to the neighbors as I'm backin' out the driveway
This is my routine; it's how I always start off my day
i-Pod shufflin' my smooth jazz playlist
Order ready at Starbucks because I'm on their A-list
Blue skies everywhere, not a single cloud
And a couple of people getting eaten by a zombie crowd
That's right.
We live in a world of zombie apocolypse
Playing hero gets you bit, so I will not put a stop to this
They say that there's a process to stop the zombie nonsense
If I'm honest,
I've never been considered an optimist, so I
Keep my eyes on the path I'm takin', and
Avoid the zombie hoard so I don't get overtaken
If you take one step, then drag a foot behind
Understand I won't be giving you a piece of my mind!
We walk around so casual
And try to act real natural
As if we're stuck in a Norman Rockwell frame
But when your friends are plotting
All the while their skin is rotting
It's time to admit that things are looking kinda strange
Now everyone around me
Is turning into zombies
They're coming at me and I can't explain
I want to love 'em still
They just want to eat their fill
I'd offer them my heart, but all they really want is brains
Met up with Barry Friday morning at the water cooler
He me told Fred in accounting got bit and is now a drooler
Even though he's a jerk
I take no enjoyment
'Cause now he's out a job and zombies can't collect unemployment
But that's why you don't walk alone at night
Pretty soon you won't do anything but groan and bite
It's an epidemic and ineptability's your downfall
Gotta be prepared or get prepared to be devoured y'all
They come at you with sheer animal force
You better be alert or learn to fear the cannibal corpse
People get careless
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They lower their awareness
Now the zombie's looking for a meal and found their main course
I hate to resort to cowardly tactics, but flight before fight
I am a pacifist: plus I got plans for the night
Give me an opportunity to bolt and I'm gone
I gotta get home to watch a George A. Romero marathon
We walk around so casual
And try to act real natural
As if we're stuck in a Norman Rockwell frame
But when your friends are plotting
All the while their skin is rotting
It's time to admit that things are looking kinda strange
Now everyone around me
Is turning into zombies
They're coming at me and I can't explain
I want to love 'em still
They just want to eat their fill
I'd offer them my heart, but all they really want is brains
This predicament is indicative of us beating our chest
Celebrating starving spirits while we're feeding our flesh
We're not feeding on flesh, but we need to confess
Whether or not we admit it that we're greedy for death
Let's get real for a second; I really must insist
Even those zombies are make-believe, the walking dead exist
You can find them everywhere
They're really hard to miss
They've been steadily multiplying since the third of Genesis
We walk around so casual
And try to act real natural
As if we're stuck in a Norman Rockwell frame
But when your friends are plotting
All the while their skin is rotting
It's time to admit that things are looking kinda strange
Now everyone around me
Is turning into zombies
They're coming at me and I can't explain
I want to love 'em still
They just want to eat their fill
I'd offer them my heart, but all they really want is brains
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