(to the tune of Paul McCartney's "Penny Lane")
Zombie Lane there is a zombie ripping arms apart
And eating brains from every head that he has known
And all the people who are too slow
Become lunch, you know
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
The zombie children sink their teeth into his back
He wasn’t ready for their attack
Now he screams in pain
Very strange
Zombie Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the radiated skies
I sit, and try to stay alive
In Zombie Lane there is a fireman raising up his axe
Against the undead stalking figure of the Queen
“Sorry, mum” -- and snick!
Her head goes bouncing
Off his clean machine
Well, it used to be
Zombie Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Walking corpses eating entrails just like pies
What a rude surprise
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A pretty nurse has got Bruce Campbell’s chainsaw on her side
The flying limbs form quite a pile
She is full of pride
Zombie Lane the barber cuts his throat disgustingly
Before the zombie horde can get to him
Then the fireman rushes in
“Sorry dad,” he says
Then he runs away
It’s a lousy day
Zombie Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the radiated skies
I sit, and try to stay alive
Zombie Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
I stand beneath the radiated skies
I refuse to die
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