These are the trying times
And I gotta get out
Strange old man out his gun
To my chest
I'm not laying down
Said he wants a girl
That he could call his own
And put her face in the grown
God purged the land
That lay satan to rest
Now we're all that's left
Oh f*ck
Why aren't you standing up
Why don't you give a f*ck
Why don't you give up
You're just a sell out, a joke
I'm smoking weed till I choke
Purge this land of evil
The zombies are marching They're not fighting back
Diseased ain't no remedies
We got to fight back
Ratspoder - Tidal-Wave Zombongocalypse Lyrics
Ratspoder - Tidal-Wave Zombongocalypse Lyrics
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These are the trying times
And I gotta get out
Strange old man out his gun
To my chest
I'm not laying down
Said he wants a girl
That he could call his own
And put her face in the grown
God purged the land
That lay satan to rest
Now we're all that's left
Oh f*ck
Why aren't you standing up
Why don't you give a f*ck
Why don't you give up
You're just a sell out, a joke
I'm smoking weed till I choke
Purge this land of evil
The zombies are marching They're not fighting back
Diseased ain't no remedies
We got to fight back
And I gotta get out
Strange old man out his gun
To my chest
I'm not laying down
Said he wants a girl
That he could call his own
And put her face in the grown
God purged the land
That lay satan to rest
Now we're all that's left
Oh f*ck
Why aren't you standing up
Why don't you give a f*ck
Why don't you give up
You're just a sell out, a joke
I'm smoking weed till I choke
Purge this land of evil
The zombies are marching They're not fighting back
Diseased ain't no remedies
We got to fight back
Writer: Zavyer Lewis
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