Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumblin' around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one's on me We're all chained to the rhythm So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, bubble So comfortable,

What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie With their tanks, and their bombs Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh It's the same old theme Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence causes silence Who are we mistaken?

What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh In your head I'm packin' up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit And I'm just drivin' as far as I can get Away from these problems 'til all of my

Survivors of this morbid fate The reborn meek not live not dead Are left to start a new Misshapen and half mutated Not a zombie not a human Evil creatures grew Not one thing left alive but them The strongest will begin to reign A new society takes place

I almost fell in love with a thottie (oh) My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (ooh) Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (oh) I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (come to the light)

And all I gotta do Hey, me or you Oh, all I want to know Who'd I do this for With just a touch of my burning hand Prime directive, exterminate And your face just drops in a pile of flesh Till it pumps in death

There is no way to stop it All I see is zombies We're coming out to get you We're eating you for profit We're oh, so glad we met you Do you feel alive, yeah? Walking all around us You can hear them coming (they come to take your life) You can hear them

Zombie Queen Black light guides you Ghuleh Ghuleh From the darkness Rise a succubus Putrefaction A scent that cursed be Under cold dark dust

Zombie Queen Black light guides you Ghuleh Ghuleh From the darkness Rise a succubus Putrefaction A scent that cursed be Under cold dark dust From the earthen rust

What they gone' do? Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga I can feel the money (I can feel the racks) I got some young niggas pull on the opps And they kill for money (they slide they slide) You ever felt a zombie? (Who?) Yo' body gon' smell like vomit