I was working in the shack, one morning - it's true
A customer, he snarled at me - his face was blue
I told him not to cut in line - we don't take that shit
He reeled back and he tried to hit me!
I stabbed him in the neck, but the fucker wouldn't bleed
But jumped forward, and started to feed
On the guts of the girl in the lineup before him
Then somebody shot him, square in the forehead
We all stood silent, in a moment of relief,
When we were suddenly deafened by a thousand shrieks
What was a shitty morning was to be, instead,
The dawn of the Apocalypse
Oh, yeah, the living dead
And, I know that it's strange
But they couldn't explain it
And, no matter how they tried
The just couldn't contain it
And, now, it's spread worldwide - the living dead
They wanna eat the brains out of your head
And, I guess that there's nothing to do, nothing to see
Nothing to say, except "fuck you, fuck me"
Nothing to see, nothing to say, anyway
We tried to fight them off,
But there were just too many
For every one we killed,
There'd be another twenty
There's just nowhere to hide from the undead
They wanna eat the brains out of your head
And, I guess that there's nothing to do, nothing to see
Nothing to say, except "fuck you, fuck me"
Nothing to see, nothing to say, anyway
Except "I hate Mondays"
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