the walking dead |
|
It's
that mechanical motion |
Skin
-tight when the nights are bloodless |
Lip-sync
the latest notion |
From
zombie drill instructors |
|
Throw
out of all the parties |
Maybe
it's time for me to bed |
Now
his eyeball's runnin' |
Just
like a razor down her leg |
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CHORUS: |
Baby's
joined the walking dead |
Up
from her grave |
Another
white slave |
Nothin'
goes in or out of her head |
Never
you mind |
Tryin'
to find |
A
real live girl in your bed |
She's
joined the walking dead |
|
She
likes this frenzy feeding |
She
cuts across the dance floor |
Thinks
she's the only one bleeding |
He
cuts his teeth on girls like her |
|
Just
a little more makeup |
'Til
she makes up for being used |
He
hardly knows what he's saying |
She
hardly knows how to refuse |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
|
She's
walking |
|
With
his eyes in your head |
With
his tongue in your bed |
And
your lips are swollen red |
From
the kiss of the walking dead |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |