Now its two A.M. The streets cold and barren
Rain comin down, he staggers by just starrin
Young cold bony fingers, ragged soul-less and hardened
In the search and the quest of a fixuh in the back of a junkyard.
And hes goin back for more, doin the zombie shuffle
Hes goin back for more oh.
He takes an old crusty needle and stabs it in his arm.
His heart begins to pound and hes about to buy the farm.
Staggering feeling like superman, aimless and flying high.
Begs for some pocket change from everyone passing by.
Back for more
Give it to me!
He looks, he looks around the city
And hangs his scabby head
Everyones doing fine except the living dead
When zombies come out at night
