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March Of The ZombiesMy mornings were spent listening to local radioBut the night time spooked me out with all the talk of voodoo The living dead and the zombies everywhere See them walking down the road See them walking down the road See them everywhere you go Look away but you can't walk by No escape from the demon inside You can run but you just can't hide, hide As you walked down that haunted, empty street Who's the scariest person that you'll ever meet? You might have to look twice as you look into hell You thought you seen evil but you just seen yourself See them shuffle down the road See the freak with evil eye No escape from the demon inside Run away but you just can't hide, hide There but for the grace of God go I And in the strait city all the corporate types In the so-called free world with all of its hype They might look super clean but they're rotting inside They're marching like the zombies, eyes staring open wide See them shuffle down the road Quivering, shaking as they go Drooling and stumbling head to toe Next time you look in the mirror Take a look in your eyes Is it a regular fella? Or another marching zombie inside? See them walking down the road Yeah, there they go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |