Zombie Lane

(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