The Walking Dead
( THE WALKING DEAD )
Their faces torn in shreds of blood, eyes hanging by there threads.
Something thats very scary, that will make you hide under beds.
Hands twisted to the right, bones pertrude through their skin.
A sight not liked by many men, a pure hatred evil sin.
Backs gauging out in the middle, their necks a twisted sight.
A close and personal look at zombies, walking with you tonight.
Slow walking in the street, they want all your guts.
Be very careful that they dont see you, cause their going nuts.
Pieces of hands litter the grass, blood on all the flowers.
The smell is pretty pungent, cause they dont know how to shower.
Groaning when they talk about, grunting when their mad.
Eweee they just ate the neighbors dog, its getting pretty sad.
Its not safe in the neighborhood, its worse than all the dreams.
Doctor Phil just lost his leg, I can tell by his screams.
Little suzy stricker is crying, a zombie has her by the hair.
The zombie shook his finger no, i wouldnt run if you dare.
The crosbys just crashed their car, then it started on fire.
The poor monsters ate their boy, poor timmy mcguire.
The block in running rampid, the innocent ones have fled.
My neighborhood has lost their minds, and now are the walking dead.
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