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Double Tap
Make sure the quarterly reports are packed inside my briefcase Kiss the wife, kiss the kids, head out to the rat race Wavin' to the neighbors as I'm backin' out the driveway This is my routine; it's how I always start off my day i-Pod shufflin' my smooth jazz playlist Order ready at Starbucks because I'm on their A-list Blue skies everywhere, not a single cloud And a couple of people getting eaten by a zombie crowd That's right. We live in a world of zombie apocolypse Playing hero gets you bit, so I will not put a stop to this They say that there's a process to stop the zombie nonsense If I'm honest, I've never been considered an optimist, so I Keep my eyes on the path I'm takin', and Avoid the zombie hoard so I don't get overtaken If you take one step, then drag a foot behind Understand I won't be giving you a piece of my mind! We walk around so casual And try to act real natural As if we're stuck in a Norman Rockwell frame But when your friends are plotting All the while their skin is rotting It's time to admit that things are looking kinda strange Now everyone around me Is turning into zombies They're coming at me and I can't explain I want to love 'em still They just want to eat their fill I'd offer them my heart, but all they really want is brains Met up with Barry Friday morning at the water cooler He me told Fred in accounting got bit and is now a drooler Even though he's a jerk I take no enjoyment 'Cause now he's out a job and zombies can't collect unemployment But that's why you don't walk alone at night Pretty soon you won't do anything but groan and bite It's an epidemic and ineptability's your downfall Gotta be prepared or get prepared to be devoured y'all They come at you with sheer animal force You better be alert or learn to fear the cannibal corpse People get careless 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 They lower their awareness Now the zombie's looking for a meal and found their main course I hate to resort to cowardly tactics, but flight before fight I am a pacifist: plus I got plans for the night Give me an opportunity to bolt and I'm gone I gotta get home to watch a George A. Romero marathon We walk around so casual And try to act real natural As if we're stuck in a Norman Rockwell frame But when your friends are plotting All the while their skin is rotting It's time to admit that things are looking kinda strange Now everyone around me Is turning into zombies They're coming at me and I can't explain I want to love 'em still They just want to eat their fill I'd offer them my heart, but all they really want is brains This predicament is indicative of us beating our chest Celebrating starving spirits while we're feeding our flesh We're not feeding on flesh, but we need to confess Whether or not we admit it that we're greedy for death Let's get real for a second; I really must insist Even those zombies are make-believe, the walking dead exist You can find them everywhere They're really hard to miss They've been steadily multiplying since the third of Genesis We walk around so casual And try to act real natural As if we're stuck in a Norman Rockwell frame But when your friends are plotting All the while their skin is rotting It's time to admit that things are looking kinda strange Now everyone around me Is turning into zombies They're coming at me and I can't explain I want to love 'em still They just want to eat their fill I'd offer them my heart, but all they really want is brains
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