I'm walking down the neighborhood, I saw the people pray
Afraid of blood, of what the people say
Zombies are living in the town
They bite your face and put you down

Zombies
Zombies
Zombies
Zombies

These monsters speak about the end of times
They eat your souls with holy crimes
Please, I don't wanna be a zombie
Your skin is rotten, dead and green

Zombies
Zombies
Zombies
Zombies

With skin the color of money

Zombies
Zombies
Zombies
Zombies

Your life is made of horror

Zombies
Zombies
Zombies
Zombies