V1: Zombie in the kitchen, slicing up a pie.
Zombie with a telescope, checking out the sky.
Zombie with a snaffler, opening a jar.
Zombie in the garage, tuning up the car.
C1: They don’t want our brains, no!
They don’t want our flesh (no!)
They just want the living and the undead to be meshed.
V2: Zombie at the Christmas tree, hanging up the lights.
Zombie at the park, flying all manner of kites.
Zombie painting baby’s room a gender-neutral yellow.
Zombie in a derby hat, what a dapper fellow.
C2: They don’t want our brains, no!
They don’t want our blood (no!)
They just want to hold hands and share a box of Milk Duds.
Bridge: Zombies laughing, zombies smiling, a zombie selling ice cream, and none a potential threat. Zombie high-fives, zombie bear hugs, a zombie happy birthday, no flesh eating as of yet.
V3: Zombie writing to the Senate to save the humpback whale.
Zombie selling lemonade at the church yard sale.
Zombie rising as the ladies get up from the table.
Zombie turning down the offer of illegal cable.
C3: They don’t want our brains, no!
They don’t want our skulls (no!)
They’re so very undeadly, a zombie with a soul.
Zombie kissing skinned knees to chase away the cries.
Zombie singing little ones a zombie lullabye.
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