March Of The Zombies

(альбом: Our Country: Americana Act II - 2018)

My mornings were spent listening to local radio
But the night time spooked me out with all the talk of voodoo
The living dead and the zombies everywhere

See them walking down the road
See them walking down the road
See them everywhere you go

Look away but you can't walk by
No escape from the demon inside
You can run but you just can't hide, hide

As you walked down that haunted, empty street
Who's the scariest person that you'll ever meet?
You might have to look twice as you look into hell
You thought you seen evil but you just seen yourself

See them shuffle down the road

See the freak with evil eye
No escape from the demon inside
Run away but you just can't hide, hide

There but for the grace of God go I

And in the strait city all the corporate types
In the so-called free world with all of its hype
They might look super clean but they're rotting inside
They're marching like the zombies, eyes staring open wide

See them shuffle down the road
Quivering, shaking as they go
Drooling and stumbling head to toe

Next time you look in the mirror
Take a look in your eyes
Is it a regular fella?
Or another marching zombie inside?

See them walking down the road
Yeah, there they go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah