Song | Zombies |
Artist | Radiation City |
Album | Animals In The Median |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
out on the lawn, you could see something was wrong | |
habit is such, that it lumbers along | |
the neighbors all talk, they’re shaking up the walk | |
enter the fear, never ever would have dreamed of being caught | |
finer today | |
is the sun on your unbitten leg | |
how can we get down, when everybody’s lying on the ground | |
bullets under beds, where are the pistols? they cannot be found | |
so oh oh so alone with them around | |
out in the sun where the light shades us from harm | |
waiting for luck, for the river to dry up | |
darker you say, is the night that they’ll take us away | |
now we can get down | |
cause everybody’s living underground | |
buried in their beds where are the pistols planted in the mounds | |
so oh oh so alone now that they’re not around | |
oh oh oh so lonely now |
out on the lawn, you could see something was wrong | |
habit is such, that it lumbers along | |
the neighbors all talk, they' re shaking up the walk | |
enter the fear, never ever would have dreamed of being caught | |
finer today | |
is the sun on your unbitten leg | |
how can we get down, when everybody' s lying on the ground | |
bullets under beds, where are the pistols? they cannot be found | |
so oh oh so alone with them around | |
out in the sun where the light shades us from harm | |
waiting for luck, for the river to dry up | |
darker you say, is the night that they' ll take us away | |
now we can get down | |
cause everybody' s living underground | |
buried in their beds where are the pistols planted in the mounds | |
so oh oh so alone now that they' re not around | |
oh oh oh so lonely now |
out on the lawn, you could see something was wrong | |
habit is such, that it lumbers along | |
the neighbors all talk, they' re shaking up the walk | |
enter the fear, never ever would have dreamed of being caught | |
finer today | |
is the sun on your unbitten leg | |
how can we get down, when everybody' s lying on the ground | |
bullets under beds, where are the pistols? they cannot be found | |
so oh oh so alone with them around | |
out in the sun where the light shades us from harm | |
waiting for luck, for the river to dry up | |
darker you say, is the night that they' ll take us away | |
now we can get down | |
cause everybody' s living underground | |
buried in their beds where are the pistols planted in the mounds | |
so oh oh so alone now that they' re not around | |
oh oh oh so lonely now |