Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walkers, artist - Splitbreed. Date of issue: 10.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walkers |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| Its a zombie! |
| Its a zombie! |
| Its a zombie! |
| Its a zombie apocalypse! |
| All these girls showin' flesh and all I want is some brains. |
| All these girls showin' flesh and all I want is some brains. |
| All these girls showin' flesh and all I want is some brains. |
| What a man gotta do for a piece of the somethin' strange. |
| All these girls showin' flesh and all I want is some brains. |
| What a man gotta do for a piece of the somethin' strange. |
| I got ice in my veins |
| So cold-blooded as ever. |
| Stumblin' out the way and I’m tryin' to keep it together. |
| But all I say is: |
| Ass. |
| Hips. |
| Press. |
| Thighs. |
| Lips. |
| Damn what I gotta do you to let me taste a little bit, |
| Yo play along, |
| Its a zombie apocalypse! |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| We don’t need no rest. |
| We don’t need no sleep. |
| No sleep for the wicked. |
| We don’t even breathe. |
| Its a zombie! |
| Its a zombie! |
| Its a zombie! |
| Its a zombie apocalypse! |
| All these girls showin' flesh and all I want is some brains. |
| What a man gotta do for a piece of the somethin' strange. |
| I got ice in my veins |
| So cold-blooded as ever. |
| Stumblin' out the way and I’m tryin' to keep it together. |
| But all I say is: |
| Ass. |
| Hips. |
| Press. |
| Thighs. |
| Lips. |
| Damn what I gotta do you to let me taste a little bit, |
| Yo play along, |
| Its a zombie apocalypse! |
| End |