Ma is dead, dad is dead, cousins screaming full of dread
Well theres dead in the yard, dead in the street, there still standing on their feat.
Governments gone, Presidents dead, shot himself right in the head
Buildings burn, people flee, now the dead are after me

Zombies moan and zombies groan
While they feat upon your bone
Zombies to the East and zombies to the West
Iv found my axe fucking works the beast

Went out back to get a crowbar, ma always thought that Id go far
But it doesn't matter what she said now were all in the world of dead
Well Im back in side, I call the cop, he'll be over in one short stop
If it works out he'll walk right through, my parents'll make him a zombie too

Started in the early mourning, people ran by screaming warnings
Repent now and save your sole, your skull is just their candy bowl
News says hit them in the head, if you do this then they'll stay dead
But I figured that out long ago... killed my priest with a garden hoe

Hardly sleep, don't rest much, paranoid of the zombie touch
Always on guard, cant close an eye, now a days its easy to die
Well it didn't take long, for me to find, zombies are fucking with my mine
They stand outside all day long,
moaning and groaning
on my, on my, on my lawn