• Gotta run, gotta hide,
    Gotta find a way inside,
    Live in malls, live in stores,
    Make sure to lock all your doors,
    ‘Cause if they find you, your dead,
    And your blood will run red,
    Because the zombies have come,
    For your flesh and your blood.

    In the sun and the rain,
    They will come for your brain,
    And if you think I’m insane,
    The world will soon be in flames.
    It’s Zombie Apocalypse now,
    And I can’t begin to say how,
    You might try waiting it out,
    But the human race will go down.

    Can’t tell where they originated,
    Perhaps made by a scientist who hated,
    All mankind, so he dumped a case,
    Of genetically modifying nuclear waste,
    In a graveyard, late at night, after it closed,
    To soak into the corpses as they decomposed,
    And after these cadavers rose up from the dead,
    They made a fine feast of that scientists head.

    For now, we’ll try to stay alive,
    Lord knows how we’ll survive,
    With our shotguns held high,
    We’ll try our best not to die.
    As gunshots echo out
    And we let out a shout
    At the sound of their moans
    Hoping they head back to their homes

    There is a crash from outside,
    Seems like they’ve found out where we hide,
    Look for a way to fight back,
    Before they can attack,
    The others were all taken down,
    It’s just you and me now,
    But they’re already eating my flesh,
    And it looks like your next.