Zen for Zombies
Brains, brains!
Its the apocalypse, the mobs are out with their chains!
Brains, brains!
Don't think, just kill the old men with their canes!
Brains, brains!
Mob rule, no more schedules for trains or planes!
Brains, brains!
No more politicians and their election campaigns!
Brains, brains!
The nerds are trapped in basements moaning over network domains!
Brains, brains!
The punks are in the liquor, drinking all the champagnes!
Brains, brains!
Everyone is fleeing the city and the streets have clogged lanes!
Brains, brains!
Between anarchy and zombies people are dying from strains and labour pains!
Brains, brains!
The farmers are all dead and no longer planting grains!
Brains, brains!
When aliens find us all that will be left is archaelogical remains!
Brains, brains!
The aliens will wonder what we were thinking in our tiny brains!
February 2012.