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Zombies In America

The Expendables

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The pools of blood dripping from the chin
The rotten breath of the devil's kin
Taste the flesh and the morbid cries

Ignite the cinders behind their eyes
The vital systems have come to rest
So the blood from the living keeps the beat in their chest
Run run run, run and hide
Keep your eyes open wide
There's no way you're getting any sleep tonight
Things for flesh, and demons of death
Are gonna eat your heart, eat your heart
Eat your heart alive

We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america

We got zombies in america

They gnash and gnaw as they run in hordes
And leaking sickness out of every pore
Stop to rest don't need to count to ten
If you look and you're close
You'll become one of them
Minor mistakes, could be your last
You hear them coming up the stairs but you get out of your past
Feast or flight?
Your only choice there's nothing left
Every decision that you make better be the one that's right
That's right

You gotta keep your heart, keep your heart
Keep your heart alive

We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
There's no mercy for you

There's no mercy for me
There's no mercy for you

There's no mercy for me

And if you start to take a breath
You better know it could be your last

We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
(Mercy for me, yeah)
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america
We got zombies in america

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  • Leonardo Silva

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