The Undead

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12 million femurs are stacked in the catacombs
Leaving 182 missing bones times
6 million Parisians

Scholars say of the zombie hypothesis
When the Cranberries sing the word, you may tell
It’s just a random thing that they think sounds cool

One thousand years
One thousand years
They can hover
Then they dissipate, disapparate,
Disappear and desert us forever

Haunting is for business left undone
They’re among us to repair some worldly affair and then they move on

So every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here

Hostile forces possess mundane articles
Like a dress or a soda can
Can become rife with acrimony and wailing

But don’t disparage your haunted commodities
Constant terror is tedious, ‘til it’s gone
Leaving just a mansion of lifeless stuff

For a thousand years
One thousand years they can cling
Then they fade away
Fade, fade ‘cause they’ve overstayed
And must abandon the living

Haunting is for errands unresolved
When the spirits make right their corporeal plight, they promptly dissolve

So every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here

Haunting is for business left undone
They’re among us to repair some worldly affair and then they must move on

So every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here


Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2018 Zach London

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