| See them creep out to nightlife
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| You see them walk the streets
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| These children of the undead look dressed for the endless Halloweens
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| And this horror like production,
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| Takes total dedication
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| Of black clothes and pale complexions
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| Rock jet black hair and monster makeup
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| And who can blame them?
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| They walk through asphalt cemeteries
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| Zombie fashions—
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| They must have been born that way
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| So can you hear me?
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| Can you get hip to what I’m saying?
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| These fashion zombies don’t walk this world alone
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| So lock those doors and windows
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| They crawl the malls to shop
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| For tight black jeans and spiky belts
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| And scissors for the Zelda cut
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| And there is no explanation
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| These creatures are just victims
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| Dressed in expensive fashions
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| To look like they crawled out of coffins
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| And who can blame them?
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| They walk through asphalt cemeteries
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| Zombie fashions—
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| They must have been born that way
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| So can you hear me?
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| Can you get hip to what I’m saying?
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| These fashion zombies don’t walk this world alone
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| Darkness falls across the land
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| The midnight hour is close at hand
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| Creatures crawl in search of blood
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| To accessorize their black zipper hood
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| And monster children with monster faces
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| Are looking for love in all the wrong places
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| And who can blame them?
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| They walk through asphalt cemeteries
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| Zombie fashions—
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| They must have been born that way
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| So can you hear me?
|
| Can you get hip to what I’m saying?
|
| These fashion zombies don’t walk this world alone
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| So can you hear me?
|
| Can you get hip to what I’m saying?
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| These fashion zombies don’t walk this world alone |