Zombie Nights...

Hey, don't you know it, it's a cold and foggy night?
Cold zombie bodies don't appear, in my low-light sight
Can't see for shit, I'm afraid, and it's oh so quiet
Yeah, you think it's funny... it really is a riot

I wish that it was you out here, I'd like to see you try
I'll bet that you would piss your pants, right before you die
We lost poor Jim Mc Gee about half an hour ago
They just showed up in thousands, all shuffling in a row

We were all surrounded, back to back and firing fast
McGee got separated, zombies had him I saw last
He was taken down and partly eaten, then he just stood up
It all happened very quick; it was a bit abrupt...

You could hear them muttering, low and guttural voices
Then they started coming, there were no other choices
We retreated as we fired, we left Jim McGee to die
Now he's chasing us, with them, "Shit, he's only got one eye"

Bloody broken limbs, don't bother them too much
They kept right on a'coming, outstretched arms... just want to touch
As the circle tightened, and they gathered in a bunch
Another man went down, and he was midnight-lunch

We backed up and kept on firing, left them both to die
And I keep seeing Jim Mc Gee, staring with one eye
There are too many zombies, we'll never get them all
Their coming out of stairways, shambling down the hall

Oh well, this is it, I got one shot left for me
I don't want to be like them; having lunch with Jim McGee