I drove for miles and miles to clear my head.
I drove so long on this lonely interstate.
My car broke down by a local cemetery.
I got out to see what was wrong.
The engine shot. All tires flat.
And something creeping in the black...
And all these zombies starting coming out to me.
The were all dancing around.
I said, "What do you want?"
They said, "Your blood!"
What's going on??!?
"Zombies, dead things, oh we got it all!"
I stepped in line with the dead.
I faked infection and I walked with the corpses.
They drove a truck back to their wretched home.
The stench was horrid and the floorboards were all busted.
Blood and guts all decorated the walls.
And then they said that I should wed one of them to prove that I'm dead.
I said, "No thanks. But I got a woman back home."
But they would have nothing of it...
And all the zombies started making their plans
They were ringing wedding bells.
My tux was cut and sewn in chunks.
What's going on?!?!??
"Zombies, dead things, oh we got it all!"
I stepped in line with the dead.
I was escorted in a hearse to a chapel.
I made sure to sneak the driver's key.
The father shambled with his only undead daughter.
Her un-beating heart was broken long ago.
A song request before the kiss by me for me to sing for the miss.
I strummed a few chords on my guitar soon weapon.
I drove off after I BASHED HER FUCKING HEAD IN!
And all the zombies started chasing after me.
The were driving hot rods.
I swerved to the left, and to the right.
What's going on?!??
"Zombies, dead things, oh we got it all!"
I stepped in line with the dead.
With the dead. The fuckin' dead. The fuckin' dead, dead, deaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeaddead.
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024