Were making history with our open hearts, what we do we do in the dark
Euros, Pesos, it doesn’t matter what-
Flying down deserted avenues we only see in blue, we get what we want ‘cus we know what we have to do
Like budding flowers we sweat money in the showers, if I could die twice, I’d die in the same hour
Go to my funeral twice, supply the flowers,
and as blood drips down my sleeves, you’ll believe- but only zombies believe blood running down your sleeves
Naked guns discloses, zombies always murder but they don’t bleed on there own clothes
Smell smoke, somethings cooking, all you wanted was to taste the cooking, but the peeping tom caught you looking
By the time your bloods running it’s to late, all you wanted was to slip it on the first date
Next week, hangover aint gone, you get the text ‘I’m late’
in drunken dark lit bathrooms, anything’s great
Anything goes- ask given teenager on any given sunday, going 90 on curvy roads in mom’s Hyundai
And they all say “Dont forget that dirty shit, dirty shouldered, beautiful bitch
You’ll get what you deserved kid; Bored as fuck, this is how you live
The dopeman lives to die- Guess what? We may be bored as fuck, but we WILL get high
Maybe when were 15, maybe when were 35, we are zombies because we all die

[chorus:
were just fucking zombies, fucking raw meat cus
the prettiest people do the ugliest things
and the poorest people sport the richest bling-
Zombies with blood running down red sleeves;
What do in the dark, we do what we want
They raid our lockers, we don’t give a fuck-
they’re just giving us a welcome vacation
time to do the shit that we making ]

Fuck, we’ll all just live for the weed, say we don’t give a shit about anything we can’t see physicly
this is what liberation leads too, it leads to me, it leads to he who reigns supreme!
Zombies who listen in the sense of sight- talk to god before you write, because you know you ain’t got no rights;
please father, forgive us, we swore that we were right, Please father, we though we had some motherfucking rights,
But everything is so much darker in the dead of night, now we take the paper, and god we write:

[chorus:
were just zombies, fucking raw meat ‘cus
the prettiest people do the ugliest things
and the poorest people sport the richest bling-
Zombies with blood running down red sleeves;
What do in the dark, we do what we want
They raid our lockers, we don’t give a fuck-
they’re just giving us a very welcome vacation
time to do the history we making ]

We’re violent, cold hearted, athletic and apathetic
whats new in school, you don’t get it; we got issues but we don’t sweat it
get it? whats to get? we just wanna be left alone- alone in the sense of being pros
alone in the sense of- fuck, i don’t know!
no more cons, we just wanna be big fish in big ponds
we want money, we want drugs, we want to be straight laced thugs
we don’t care about the rest of our lives- no way kid, just saddle up and ride
and the say, safe sex is great sex, well guess what, so is syntax, because syntax makes sense;
word order is like a new world order;
and if zombies lead this new world order, guess what, shits about to get a lot fucking colder
They’ve been warning you since we upset the natural order; so guess what, they said when we were 5
you’d die if you had sex before you were 35, so I guess we can all just revert back to Zombieland
with the greasy smiles and snow white tans; but what happened to candy land?
It seems so far away man like it was laced with acid and corrupted by some black hand-
god takes us by the hand, looks at us and says ‘holy shit, I created man?”
“What the fuck was I on man?”