I'm walking down the street, the world is trembling in my wake.
This tired city's filled with the zombies that I hate.
Look out I've got a gun.
Everybody better try and run.
You kill a walking corpse with a bullet to the brain.
Today is the day.
Day of the dead.
I try to close my eyes and pretend it's all a dream.
The undead want to eat this brain inside of me.
I’ve gotta get away if it's the last thing that I do.
When I'm in times like this I think
“What am I gonna do? What would Justin do?”