Well my baby's a zombie,
I hit him ten times in the face
And he didn't feel a thing.
We knew we were dying,
Decided to fight it
But he up and walked
and I still feel the sting.
Where's all your peacocks and
teacakes and teapots?
When you fall, your chin hits the ground.
I know in the end everything will get broken,
but we could still sit back and
enjoy the sound.
He rose, well he rose up
From grandaddy's grasses
Decided that he oughta be a man.
But these days he's stirring
his tea with the ashes
Of all the things he thought he'd
play by the plans.
Lions and ivory?
When you fire, your shot hits the ground.
I know in the end everything will get broken,
but we could still sit back and
enjoy the sound.
It's better than rotting away,
it's better than rotting away.
You can't dance with a zombie, but baby believe me,
I would have tried anyway.
My babe was a zombie,
I hit him ten times in the face
And he didn't feel a thing.
We knew we were dying,
Decided to fight it
But he up and walked
and boy, I felt the sting.
It was better than rotting away,
better than rotting away.
I'm sorry you're sad and I'm sad you're not sorry,
But maybe it's best you don't stay.
*Or, "Haley attempts to write something resembling a song and probably makes a fool of herself in the process but oh well it's just a dumb blog"
