| Remember me? |
| I’m that guy
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| That you laughed at constantly all the time
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| ‘Cause I’d hoard supplies, read message boards online
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| So for the breakout, my safe house was boarded tight
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| And now look, when it’s dark and dire
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| Can’t get online to look up how to start a fire
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| Don’t suck up to me, I know what your heart desires
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| All my survival rations, fashion, spare parts and pliers
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| I got the tools that you need, so for expertise, to me they run
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| So living my life as a hermit had benefits, now about time that I had me some
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| fun
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| Pick up a pistol, I’m painting th walls, bat in my fist and I’m breaking their
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| jaws
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| The biggr the git, then the harder they fall, shouldn’t brag, but I knew I was
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| right all along, ha!
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| They laughed and rolled their eyes
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| When I hoarded gas and stockpiled supplies
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| One little societal collapse and wow!
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| Tell me Dad, who’s laughing now?
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| ‘Cause now we’re ridden with Ridden, well I’ll be bidding good riddance
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| To the miserable existence I was so sick of living
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| Used to sit and kill time, now I fill my time killing
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| All the bitten idiots who didn’t sit up and listen
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| I don’t miss ‘em, nah, I never was the chatty type
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| Ain’t saying I’m okay with genocidal parasites
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| World burns, but it’s spinning and we yearn for rotisserie
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| That worm turned life to a deadly kind of paradise
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| Cleaners swapped the mop and the suds
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| For a Molotov, Glock and some buckets of blood
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| I was Armageddon prepping, you were up in the club
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| It’s my turn for fun, you can run but I told you so
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| As the dead come to call and the darkness descends
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| At the end of it all’s where the party begins
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| Yes, we’re sad you were mauled, but it’s hard to pretend
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| We’re not having a ball as we carve through your friends
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| So get busy running, but we saw it coming
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| You thought it was funny when my oven had a gun in
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| We were stocking up, but you were mocking all the warnings
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| Now we’re far too busy killing Ridden to be mourning
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| Yes, it’s awful to gloat
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| Even so we just hope that you know
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| We told you so
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| We told you so
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| Used to always tell me I should check my head
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| ‘You're mental' now their bodies have been Left 4 Dead
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| Not vengeful, but I’m gunning like an FPS
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| No dental, this ain’t covered by the NHS
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| Metal to the heart like a pacemaker, I don’t need your stupid money,
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| that’s just waste paper
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| I’m a game changer, call this grave dangers and they waking up Twenty Eight
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| Days Later
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| Ain’t nobody care about their Facebook status, know that I’ve been practicing
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| with Space Invaders
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| Village became ridden, I’ve been staying hidden, I can be the one to light them
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| up ‘cause man, I hate my neighbours
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| I’ll shoot my zombie mother, know I wouldn’t even hesitate
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| I left my room a mess, but now I got no need to decorate
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| I don’t even care about these ‘better days'
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| ‘Cause now I’m shooting all my shots at tallboys like the NBA
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| Oi mate, this is what I’ve been waiting all day for
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| What my whole life before was foreplay for
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| I’m a full-flavoured natural-born raver
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| With a great flair for appalling behaviour
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| Rule breaker and now there’s no lawmakers
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| No rules to break, so I break your face bruh
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| Swap it for a footprint, sole trader
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| Knocked through the wall like a next door neighbour
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| I’m bloody sick of all these Joel Havers
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| I’ll blaze them like a bit of rolled paper
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| F*ck you, I’m Millwall at away pubs
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| In the morning you’ll be lucky if you wake up
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| Cracked skulls in the old days down in Bermondsey
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| Now the whole world’s on a murder spree
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| And there’s nothing to do but disturb the peace
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| But better not splash claret on my Burberry, oi!
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| As the dead come to call and the darkness descends
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| At the end of it all’s where the party begins
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| Yes, we’re sad you were mauled, but it’s hard to pretend
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| We’re not having a ball as we carve through your friends
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| Now I never dreamed I’d become a cleaner
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| But I hadn’t fathomed a janitor packing heat and
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| Banishing these parasitic phantoms to the ether
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| Sanitise the planet as a freaky form of leisure
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| Yes, it’s awful to gloat
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| Even so we just hope that you know
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| We told you so
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| We told you so |