ZOMBIE
(white rum, golden rum dark rum, 151-proof rum, apricot brandy, pineapple juice, lime juice)
[chorus]
Used to mock all their empty faces
Rotting crowds walking through the malls
But you got lonely being sane,
And so you joined the zombies
What a sorry sight to see
Every store is selling fresh decay
Only there ain’t no more slack
On the credit cards
I don't think they’ll ever get
That it’s looking like a total loss
And you've finally grown to like
Feeling dead
Every goddamn day
Walk! Slow!
Stay! Dead!
Walk! Slow!
Stay! Dead!
What a fucking mess you are
Living corpse with a valid state ID
And a shit dead-end job
That you can’t ever leave
Maybe let’s admit the fact
That Sunday brunch has ruined us
And the flies are here
Eating well
Of our last remains
Can’t feel a thing
And nothing moves anymore
Make me come alive, if you can
Can’t feel a thing
As my friends shuffle on
Make us come alive, come alive!