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?”