| My first shift on the job, I picked a cold night
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| Small town kid, future looking so bright
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| Did you bring your A-game? |
| Rookie hold tight
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| Welcome to the big city, hope the people don’t bite
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| Raccoon hit a blackout, bring your own light
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| It’s an apocalypse, don’t go down with no fight
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| I’m not to bothered by blood, just wiped my coat dry
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| Hello end-times, goodbye old life
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| Buckle up, hit the road, muzzle up lock and load
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| Count my shots, ammo’s always running low
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| These streets are really gonna need a deep clean
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| In addition to a functioning precinct
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| Since I’m new to the force better earn some respect
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| Get to purging the infected, to serve and protect
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| Cause everywhere I turn it’s the scourge of the dead
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| When I put a bullet in them, make sure it’s a head
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| Running out of time, I can make it through this hell
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| No-one's sending backup, take a breath and tell myself
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| That when I wake tomorrow I’ll know it’s all in my head
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| Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead
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| The end is starting tonight
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| Got no more STARS in our sights
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| We could all be gone by the time there comes another sunrise
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| Deep in the dark, you can’t hide
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| Don’t fear the bark, just the bite
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| Even if we are to survive, I’m feeling far from alive
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| I’m done with undergrad, I’ll study undead now
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| Zombies started this party, I gotta get down
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| Can I weather this ugly infested town
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| No umbrella will ever cover up this mess now
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| Learn to dance in the rain, steady hand, steady aim
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| Knock 'em dead or Redfield ain’t my name
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| Careful where I place my trust, my brother was betrayed
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| No luck with helicopters, ought to find another way
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| To escape this place which I can’t say I’ll miss
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| The stench of decay is enough to make me sick
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| Even though I love my country, call myself a patriot
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| Don’t forget, nobody’s getting paid to babysit
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| When you hear some hella-heavy footsteps coming
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| If it doesn’t sound human, you should do some running
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| Second amendment arguments aren’t gonna plummet
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| Pick up a gun or you’ll end up in something’s stomach
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| Running out of time, I can make it through this hell
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| No-one's sending backup, take a breath and tell myself
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| That when I wake tomorrow I’ll know it’s all in my head
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| Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead
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| This nightmare we’re fighting
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| Half-dead but far from dying
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| Won’t stop us from trying
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| Near death but far from dying
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| Running out of time, I can make it through this hell
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| No-one's sending backup, take a breath and tell myself
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| That when I wake tomorrow I’ll know it’s all in my head
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| Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead
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| Feeling far from alive
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| But far from dying |