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

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)

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?

Die, die, you zombie bastards We can go up, we go down We know what you want We gon' run you out of town We'll be seein' you around Baby, it's you and me That's right Music saved my life

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,

Du, du, du, du With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence, caused such silence

Mon subconscient m'déconseillait Mais mon esprit veut s'envoler Je suis un zombie Ma raison somnolait Ma conscience me conseillait T'es parano Manipulé par un autre Stop, je tisse des liens, j'en perds le fil Bâtis ma vie, construis dans l'vide

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

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

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