Friday night and I’m driving with you
I’m in love and I know you feel it too
The music’s playing and the windows are down
You sing along so that I’ll hear the sound of your voice
So in love
But who’s that out on the road
with arms outstretched and he’s walking really slow
I stop to check and see if he’s alright
but moans for “brains,” a mindless hunger in his eyes
Oh man I hate, hate freakin’ zombies
Oh man I hate, hate, hate freakin’ zombies
Turn in time to see you ripped from the car
try to run and hide but I don’t get very far
Then a zombie tackles me to the ground
And I try to fight away but all I hear is the sound of your voice
You yell and “hey” and you fire a shotgun
But um, wait… where’d you get the shotgun?
We could have used a shotgun a minute ago.
No time to reload we have to run away
You have been bitten but I think it’s gonna be okay
And I don’t tell him because I can’t pretend
That a deadly infection is not spreading up his neck
Oh man I hate, hate freakin’ zombies
Oh man I hate, hate, hate freakin’ zombies
I take the shot so that’s another one down
But I’m out of shells and there’s still zombies around
I can see from that look in your eye that you want to still love me
but you’re foaming at the mouth and it’s really kind of upsetting
Maybe if I stop and let you change me too
We can be together always and I’ll hunt humans with you
Oh man…
What is this feeling
Dont stand so close to me now I’m a zombie
We used to be so happy
now we just want human fleeeesh
And now our undead pair went forth
Unhinded by the shackles of fearful feeling
Moved neither by patron nor goal
They, well they, didn’t feel much of anything.
