Zombies

Out on the lawn, you could see something was wrong Habit is such, that it lumbers along The neighbors all talk, they're shaking up the walk Enter the fear, never ever would have dreamed of being caught Finer today Is the sun on your unbitten leg How can we get down, when everybody's lying on the ground Bullets under beds, where are the pistols? They cannot be found So oh oh so alone with them around Out in the sun where the light shades us from harm Waiting for luck, for the river to dry up Darker you say, is the night that they'll take us away Now we can get down Cause everybody's living underground Buried in their beds where are the pistols planted in the mounds So oh oh so alone now that they're not around Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh We are oh so lonely now

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