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When the zombies call on you
And there's nothing you can do
You can run and hide
But time is on their side
Corpses crawling
You start bawling
Running too and fro
Where can you go
Cause their coming after you
And there's nothing you can do
Buy a ray gun
But stay on the run
Hope your neighbors got your back
Cause the zombies are on the attack
Lost you friend so sad
He fought rather bad
Now their coming after you
And there's nothing you can do
No reason to fuss
Just catch that bus
Board up them windows fast
Cause this round, you may not last
Lost in the fog
You get attacked by what looks like an ugly dog
And it's clinging to my head
Hoping I don't die on this lava bed
Zombies are coming after you
And there's nothing you can do
Hear the zombies shout
No weapons about
Their coming after you
And there nothing you can do
Running town to town
cause in zombies your about to drown
Searching the sky at night
Looking for the beacan light
Really need that chest.
But the zombies surround you
And there nothing you can do
Hiding in a tunnel
You build a funnel
Machine guns on the wall.
Can't beat them only stall
Cause zombies are coming after you,
And there's nothing you can do
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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