| Everybody on the planet Earth is gone
|
| And I am left alone to roam
|
| I see mangled bodies in the street
|
| Litter in the block like a Stephen King scenery
|
| If this was a stand I’d be trash canned
|
| But this ain’t no lie, wanna know why I’m the last man
|
| Bitches you can’t quit, just like men do
|
| So when you’re bleedin' out your mouth it makes it hard to understand you
|
| Do you live in the wasteland?
|
| Are you walkin' in the streets that I sleep in?
|
| Cannibals are huntin' for the weak
|
| And when napalm goes and explodes
|
| Crackin' open the cemetery gates, awake the dead
|
| Get up
|
| Wake the dead
|
| Welcome to the land of the dead
|
| Hard pressed, of our prosthetic arms and legs
|
| Be lucky that you got a head and a mouth to feed with
|
| So you’re fucked if you gotta hold your food down when you’re feedin'
|
| Bleedin' as if I got buckets of blood
|
| And if blood is the new black then I’m lightweight cuz
|
| And if pain is the new love then I’d love you to death
|
| Puttin' conversations of haunts in the hole of their chests
|
| I’m 'bout to hit 'em with a blast
|
| Leave a crease off in their face
|
| Not even botox can remove or take away
|
| Too bad, now you’re frontin' like me
|
| Gotta eat dead people that you’re find in the street
|
| Cause your stomach all hungry and you’re out of a job
|
| It only takes one break to make the window drop
|
| Two bullets lift to kill two crooked ass cops
|
| Napalm in the air and the shit don’t stop |