The
many nails on a coffin
It
is to make sure the dead doesn't return
Back
to its deep slumber for eternity
It's
only the memories people will say
A
certain party members
They
will live to regret their actions
A
nail hammers into its coffin
The
lifting of the lid will be difficult
There
is no surprise at all
The
ground has known it all along
There
are the living Zombies
They
can't count the numbers
Up
North we hear of the blood transfusion
Calling
the public to donate freely
But
the people recognize a plot
The
living Zombies want new blood
The
public can't be fooled
There
goes another nail to its coffin
It
is better to get it sealed tightly
Let
no night Zombies roam the street
When
the coffin is finally sealed
We
will know where it will go
Burying
deep in the ground for its sins
Cremated
ashes to ashes to wash away
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