Song | The Zombie Song |
Artist | Cool Hand Luke |
Album | The Fires of Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We're like zombies | |
Like the walking dead | |
With X's (excess) in our eyes | |
And music in our heads | |
We've forgotten | |
Our first love | |
And made it pictures | |
Of crosses and doves | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we're of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
We all follow | |
But we're standing still | |
Reciting dead words | |
With hopeless zeal | |
We're all preachers | |
With our mouths closed | |
Clothing messages | |
In sugar coats | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we're of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
I wanna hide beneath the pretty paint | |
I wanna be okay with everything | |
I wanna be transformed and stay the same | |
I wanna be dry in the rain | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we're of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
Running in this stupid circle | |
Running in the stupid circle | |
Our souvenirs won't be worth a single thing | |
And Truth will never be “in” |
We' re like zombies | |
Like the walking dead | |
With X' s excess in our eyes | |
And music in our heads | |
We' ve forgotten | |
Our first love | |
And made it pictures | |
Of crosses and doves | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we' re of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
We all follow | |
But we' re standing still | |
Reciting dead words | |
With hopeless zeal | |
We' re all preachers | |
With our mouths closed | |
Clothing messages | |
In sugar coats | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we' re of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
I wanna hide beneath the pretty paint | |
I wanna be okay with everything | |
I wanna be transformed and stay the same | |
I wanna be dry in the rain | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we' re of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
Running in this stupid circle | |
Running in the stupid circle | |
Our souvenirs won' t be worth a single thing | |
And Truth will never be " in" |
We' re like zombies | |
Like the walking dead | |
With X' s excess in our eyes | |
And music in our heads | |
We' ve forgotten | |
Our first love | |
And made it pictures | |
Of crosses and doves | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we' re of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
We all follow | |
But we' re standing still | |
Reciting dead words | |
With hopeless zeal | |
We' re all preachers | |
With our mouths closed | |
Clothing messages | |
In sugar coats | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we' re of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
I wanna hide beneath the pretty paint | |
I wanna be okay with everything | |
I wanna be transformed and stay the same | |
I wanna be dry in the rain | |
Remember when we were real | |
Back when we could feel? | |
Once we were in this | |
Now we' re of this | |
Jesus, turn these tables over | |
Running in this stupid circle | |
Running in the stupid circle | |
Our souvenirs won' t be worth a single thing | |
And Truth will never be " in" |