Zombies - Indian Handcrafts

We’re drying up

No water, blood

Got an army of just four

A pocket knife and a crossbow

We’re riding on

Got a heavy truck

Break through Georgia

Slaying ghouls

Collect my brother from the roof

Thought I’d found you

Into the city new zombie city

Only half of you

Into the city new zombie city

You can try to run

You can try to hide

Get yourself a horse

Cuz zombies can’t pump gas

I won’t help you

Into the city new zombie city

But I’ll keep you

Into the city new zombie city

I won’t save you

Into the city new zombie city

But I’ll burn you

Into the fire

Into the fire

Into the fire