I am the chosen next in line Rip the souls, born to die Send to slaughter your mankind No reason for you to try Let me tell you to try What did you tell you Another day goes by Tell me why does So this is why

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad

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?

In the ghetto (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The

(Bury me in blood oil) Tell your children we got another year coming Bury me in blood oil Build me black Jesus Shackles pulling at your hair I'm a heading down, down, down Down to the river 'cause I don't believe in medicine Oil stains the legs of this

I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker I don't give a flying When you look at me, what do you see Another trophy like a fuckin' dead beat Close your eyes, take a step inside Insanity and abnormality It's not what you call reality But you will always

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

Hallelujah, hallelujah God bless the child who suffers God bless the young without mothers Let every man help his brother Let us all love one another Make all our hearts blind to color

It was just another night with the sunset and The moon rise not so far behind To give us just enough light To lay down underneath the stars listening to The light was leaving and the west it was blue The children's laughter saying they're skipping just

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today