Zombie Zingers
More Drama
Zombie Zingers
More Drama
Lyrics
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Original Written Lyrics
I am your MUSE
Verse
Numbers on.standing in the lineup.
You're all looking fucking goood.......
Enough to eat up.
Temptations not enough.
For me to mess up.
Temptations not enough.
For me to mess up.
Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap
Pre-Chorus
Why do the living only get to go on the voice?
The dead need to get a shot too.
The Zombie singers are Zombie Zingers.
Giving you thought and emotional prowess.
It's like...
Just because I'm missing a limb.
Or I'm on fire.
Or I'm twisted up inside your head.
That you don't think I can do this.
Well..... helll... time to sell.
My love n effect to you nowww.
Chorus
Hmmm
Post-Chorus
Stop - slow down.
Drag the feet on the ground.
Wide eyed cause I got no eyelids.
Hands out, teeth baring, and a raspy gargling sound.
It's music to my ears.
It's music from the screams.
It's heaven for what we crave.
Brains blood and meat yeah sound of the slain.
Verse
Just because I'm Zombie.
Doesn't mean I'm rotten.
Well not on the inside.
The exterior stuffed in cotton.
Just because I'm Zombie.
Does not make me naughty.
Not automatically anyway.
There needs to be some leeway.
Just because I'm Zombie.
Doesn't mean I like it.
Just because I'm Zombie.
You want to end my life.
Just because I'm....
Yeah, just because I'm...
Just because I'm Zombie.
You think I'm not worthy.
Just because I'm Zombie.
You think I wont be hurtin.
Just because I'm Zombie.
Just because I'm Zombie.
.........
Just because I'm Zombie.
Just because I'm Zombie.
Bridge
I won't give my talent away.
But don't let it get away.
Don't let it get away.
When I'm on stage I bring the drama.
And I will sing.... sing.... sing... to the sound of my flesh bombarded.
Yo, don't hit my head.... or it's all over
Pre-Chorus
Why do the living only get to go on the voice?
The dead need to get a shot too.
The Zombie singers are Zombie Zingers.
Giving you thought and emotional prowess.
It's like...
Just because I'm missing a limb.
Or I'm on fire.
Or I'm twisted up inside your head.
That you don't think I can do this.
Well..... helll... time to sell.
My love n effect to you nowww.
Chorus
Hmmm
Post-Chorus
Stop - slow down.
Drag the feet on the ground.
Wide eyed cause I got no eyelids.
Hands out, teeth baring, and a raspy gargling sound.
It's music to my ears.
It's music from the screams.
It's heaven for what we crave.
Brains blood and meat yeah sound of the slain.
Sound of the slain.
Sound of the slain.
Sound of the slain.
Chorus
Hmmm