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 so lonely now