| It’s that mechanical motion
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| Skin -tight when the nights are bloodless
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| Lip-sync the latest notion
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| From zombie drill instructors
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| Throw out of all the parties
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| Maybe it’s time for me to bed
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| Now his eyeball’s runnin'
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| Just like a razor down her leg
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| Chorus:
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| Baby’s joined the walking dead
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| Up from her grave
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| Another white slave
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| Nothin' goes in or out of her head
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| Never you mind
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| Tryin' to find
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| A real live girl in your bed
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| She’s joined the walking dead
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| She likes this frenzy feeding
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| She cuts across the dance floor
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| Thinks she’s the only one bleeding
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| He cuts his teeth on girls like her
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| Just a little more makeup
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| 'til she makes up for being used
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| He hardly knows what he’s saying
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| She hardly knows how to refuse
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| Chorus
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| She’s walking
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| With his eyes in your head
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| With his tongue in your bed
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| And your lips are swollen red
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| From the kiss of the walking dead
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| Chorus |