| The crowd is hooting on the horizon
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| The hammer and sickle stick out in their heads
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| Bartender, get the trunks
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| I would not live with a sickle, and you could not
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| Bartender, close your bar from them
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| Just hurry up, I just chopped off
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| Their hands are on the way, look don't get caught
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| Hospital for quarantine
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| Let the world devour what it spawned
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| We will wait, we will find ways,
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| But zombies must be buried
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| The term has outlived, why another?
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| Since your brain is everything, don't touch mine
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| Mom climbs the brain to drink,
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| But my mother told me: "Zombies should be buried" (hey)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| How do calves lick their hands?
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| When they're skinned
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| They'll take it all from above
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| But they will not endure dissimilar (you hear!)
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| I have a leather jacket and thin out of the uniform
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| But you are shapeless:
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| The suit was given - stupidly grown
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| Our hands in portacocks
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| But damn, cleaner than yours
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| You tried to persecute
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| But I broke those brains (ee-ee)
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| Hospital for quarantine
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| Let the world devour what it spawned
|
| We will wait, we will find ways,
|
| But zombies must be buried
|
| The term has outlived, why another?
|
| Since your brain is everything, don't touch mine
|
| Mom climbs the brain to drink,
|
| But my mother told me: "Zombies should be buried" (hey)
|
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
|
| Hospital for quarantine
|
| Let the world devour what it spawned
|
| We will wait, we will find ways,
|
| But zombies must be buried
|
| The term has outlived, why another?
|
| Since your brain is everything, don't touch mine
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| Mom climbs the brain to drink,
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| But my mother told me:
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| Zombies need, zombies need
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| Zombies - bury" |