The Tat of the Zombie

I can tell you one thing
You may not want to hear it
You might shut me out
But here in the U.S.
We are loosing our rights fast.
People are scared and cowardly
To stand up and say NO!
Thug cops search you everywhere you go.
Then you thank them for doing a job.
That is ridiculous.
People here are asleep in a football game
And they do not have a clue what is going on.
Most of all of the money here is in the hands
Of old people who spend it all on hospitals and drugs.
Television says its ok
Watch your football game, its ok,
While a zombie is raping your family in the back room.
A zombie is raping your family in the back room.

Leaving the Zombie City

As the sun rises on that day
Leave your houses go away
Find a place all alone
Away from computers and telephones
No reception is the best
Take exception to the rest
Drink of water in the ground
Listen to the silent sound
You know every step outside
No one could ever hide
From the zombie on a ride.

Zombie in a Box

They are in the box
On the table
Listening to what you say.
If you talk bad about them
A zombie army will invade
Undertone we say our will
Only so they wont kill
Zombie agency listening close
Stop them now or they'll dose
Your coffee to the end.

Living with a Damn Zombie

Zombie my ass
My ass hurts because of that zombie
Listening to that new country music makes my ass hurt
Beiber has a baby, that makes my ass hurt
He is a Zombie piece of machinery
Designed to take your mind off of financial depression.
If my ass hurts its because of Beiber and his zombie onions.
The news is told by a zombie, paid for by a zombie, is a zombie.
If your ass hurts right now a zombies been ahold of it.
Zombie my ass.

Throw Your Damn Tv Out

Zombies on the picture screen
Try to enter my mind of ancient knowledge
Destroy, war is peace they say
I say throw your damn tv away.
Listen to them tell you what you think
How to feel, what to listen to,
What is good
I say throw your damn tv away.
If you want to find the good in man
If you want to see the country hidden
If you want to end war
If you want to start peace
THROW YOUR DAMN TV AWAY
Zombies are paying to control your mind.

Illegal Radio

I found the illegal radio next to a fence post
They told me if I listen the zombie would show at my door kill
I listened to the illegal radio
It was telling the truth and not old zombie stories
I was tired of the zombie running my life
I saw how the radio was made and made many more
The illegal radio is has things you have never hear
They have all been suppressed by the zombie man.
An illegal radio with a human voice
No zombies in my radio no more son.
No more zombies in my radio.

Time of the Chamber

The zombie walked slowly to the window.
Wagon yard beer is the worst.
Side windows and loud horses.
People singing without music.
The sound of loud women from a window of red.
What bad piano playing is going on down the street.
In a chamber at the end of the street.
Lies a man with chains on his feet.