To The Tune of "Afternoon Delight" - by Joel the Rather Grand
"If you don't think this is the greatest knock off ever, I will fight you, that's no lie."
Gonna seal my bunker, gonna hole in tight
Gonna try and stave off death tonight.
My motto's always been; shoot the head too right.
That’s how you kill a zombie, and avoid its bite.
When the whole world is screaming in its pain.
And the blood of innocents falls down like rain.
Horrors stealing souls, chanting evil rites
crying for your mother in the blackest night
Fleeing ruined cities as the flames ignite
And the howls of the monstrosities is very frightening.
Four horsemen ride tonight. Apocalypse in sight. Apocalypse in sight. Apocalypse in sight.
Skulking in the alleyways for food I fight
I never thought that sanity could go out like a light
But now the reaper’s calling and I think I might surrender
to the apocalypse in sight.
Four horsemen ride tonight. Apocalypse in sight. Apocalypse in sight. Apocalypse in sight.
I’m digging my own grave in the cold hard ground
And I know that I’ll be gone 'for the sun goes down.
Horrors stealing souls, chanting evil rites
crying for your mother in the blackest night
Fleeing ruined cities as the flames ignite
And the howls of the monstrosities is very frightening.
Four horsemen ride tonight. Apocalypse in sight. Apocalypse in sight. Apocalypse in sight.
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