An unfinished Kitchen Sink Song. I just never felt like finishing it.
I don't even remember the chords to play this.
so let the zombies come and eat your brains,
I dont think we will make out, or make it out alive
its just you and I, in this bunker built for two
and we're low on supplies, and i don't think its right to say
that i hate you, for eating all our food, and making so much noise.
I'd rather be outside, than in there with you.
your as brainless as a zombie
and a very horrible shot
and I cant afford to travel
cause you cannot tie a knot
with this rope on this boat
that we'll steal to find an island
to escape from these zombies
who are trying to be violent
and i know were going steady
but i was never ready to pick up this machete
and its going to be messy
with my hands stained red
ill fight the undead
all in the hopes that i can get the hell away from you.
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