Zombie
Apocalypse
Words
& Music: Simon Faulks ©
2017
Well
you see now how this happens
It's
a shame you didn't wrap them
They're
all broken all in pieces
Go
away and write your thesis
I've
seen enough of this kind of thing before
To
know what's what and what is not the score
If
you think you can pull one over on me again
You'd
better get your coat and catch yourself a different train
Believe
me when I tell you no-one wants to get in the ring
With
a rabid monster doing rabid monster things
I
seen and heard the way that you've been wagging your lips
The
dawn is breaking on your zombie apocalypse
You
get the point - of what I'm sayin' to you
Your
achy joints – transmit their message to you
Well
you see now how this happens
It's
a shame you didn't wrap them
They're
all broken all in pieces
Go
away and write your thesis
Risking
life – risking limb – on the spin of a dice
Never
thinking 'bout the consequences twice
Never
ever being humble enough to advise
Never
stopping long enough to see the shape and size
Believe
me when I tell you no-one wants to get in the ring
With
a rabid monster doing rabid monster things
I
seen and heard the way that you've been wagging your lips
The
dawn is breaking on your zombie apocalypse
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