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the walking dead |
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It's
that mechanical motion |
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Skin
-tight when the nights are bloodless |
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Lip-sync
the latest notion |
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From
zombie drill instructors |
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Throw
out of all the parties |
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Maybe
it's time for me to bed |
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Now
his eyeball's runnin' |
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Just
like a razor down her leg |
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CHORUS: |
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Baby's
joined the walking dead |
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Up
from her grave |
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Another
white slave |
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Nothin'
goes in or out of her head |
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Never
you mind |
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Tryin'
to find |
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A
real live girl in your bed |
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She's
joined the walking dead |
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She
likes this frenzy feeding |
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She
cuts across the dance floor |
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Thinks
she's the only one bleeding |
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He
cuts his teeth on girls like her |
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Just
a little more makeup |
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'Til
she makes up for being used |
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He
hardly knows what he's saying |
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She
hardly knows how to refuse |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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She's
walking |
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With
his eyes in your head |
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With
his tongue in your bed |
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And
your lips are swollen red |
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From
the kiss of the walking dead |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |