Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where Was You (When The Dead Come Walkin')?, artist - Seth Sentry. Album song This Was Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Score
Song language: English
Where Was You (When The Dead Come Walkin')? |
It goes |
Step one: wake up, but my brain won’t |
Chain smoke, worry 'bout the stuff that I don’t have |
Step two: work a job that I hate |
Let the day burn, gotta earn the money that I owe back |
Step three: turn the screen on and stare at it |
Worry 'bout all the things I gotta get done |
Step four: lie awake in a sheer panic |
Till I fall asleep then repeat step one |
I guess if I was honest I wanted for something more but ignored it |
And now the thought of it sorta just seems far fetched |
'Cause I was brought up and taught I should just be normal |
'Cause boredom will help afford all the mortgage on this apartment |
Yeah… yeah my home, my apartment |
Hardwood floors, white walls, nice armchairs |
Large bed, IKEA, all 500 |
Square feet of proof I’m a success |
No kids, no partners, no darn pets |
No time, only friends are in past tense |
The neighbours up stairs never stay up past ten |
I feel passed tense, yeah the stress is constant |
I never travelled the world, I was delayed |
I got a Japanese sword I bought off eBay |
I got the best TV on the market |
At night I watch a high def pixelated sunset |
News flash interruption, something |
About the undead… fuck this, I was trying to watch something |
Hit the off button, got so many things I gotta get done |
Now repeat step one |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
I said where was you when the dead— |
It’s like, where was I? |
Probably caught up in this head of mine |
Pair of cartoon eyes with the dollars signs |
So I don’t really notice shit going on at times |
So while the living and the dead — they were swapping sides |
I was occupied, thinking about my job and what I wanna buy |
It’s all my fault and I apologise |
I didn’t even notice there was something wrong |
Till I thought «Shit, where has everybody gone?» |
It’s like that thought made me wake up |
I look around the office every cubicle was vacant |
Put my coffee down, man they must be all on break |
The first thought I had is «somebody's getting a pay cut» |
Photocopier is screaming at me out of paper |
And there’s no one here to blame so I need to get some A4 |
Hey yo this ain’t what I get paid for |
Then I see 'em crawling in via the escape door |
It was a flood full of teeth, face like a friend |
Eyes like a frozen fish, arms outstretched |
Shell made of suit and tie, looking like upright |
Death on it’s lunch break, and it’s only Monday |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
I said where was you when the dead— |
They never knew where they came from (nah) |
They couldn’t figure what the strain was (that's right) |
It was chaos, chaos |
Baton down the hatches and fuel up the chain saws |
They never knew where they came from (nah) |
They couldn’t figure what the strain was (uh-huh) |
It was chaos, chaos |
Baton down the hatches and fuel up the chain saws |
Yo, it’s like, yo |
They came pouring in like a bull in a china shop |
Grabbed whatever items that I could find just to fight 'em off |
Made it out the office not sure if I was alive or not |
But for the first time I was leaving work before five o’clock |
Made it home, picked the phone up and tried to dial the cops |
Line was off, meanwhile they’re filling up the entire block |
Outside door ain’t gonna hold up with this tiny lock |
I have gotta get it sealed up tighter than an iron vault |
Looked around to find something to use |
To barricade it, but it’s tougher to choose |
Cause all I see are price tags on the stuff in this room |
It’s too good for loose wood and a couple of screws |
I’m torn, but what the fuck for? |
Worried about my uninsured stuff while the dead are clawing at the front door |
It’s just a chair, just a table |
These four fucking walls were my life, I won’t let 'em be my grave too |
Go to plan B, turned the oven on, let the gas leak |
Grabbed the canned feed from the pantry |
Put it in a bag with a canteen |
Like I’m going camping, reached for the antique |
Sword from the wall, heard the stampede burst through the door |
Struck a match, lit the lounge suite, climbed to the balcony |
Dead hands trying to grab me |
As I scaled down three stories to the firm ground |
Watch it burn down |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
Hey |
I said where was you when the dead come walking? |
I said where was you when the dead— |
Step one: wake up in a new world |
No fixed abode, I scavenge and I move on |
Step two: every day I manage a few blocks |
Streets full of teeth so I travel by the rooftops |
Step three: keep my mind and my sword sharp |
Try to help survivors but always check 'em for bite marks |
Step four: try to stay alert at all times |
Surrounded by death but I never felt more alive |