Now you hang your head
JUST LIKE A ZOMBIE
I see you move real slow
But when you go out
You won't find me
Your shit's for sale
But mine is sold
Your walk's crooked
And you looks abundant
Your blood is cold
But you want it warm
Now I feel moving in behind me
And keep your hands away from my throat
Now you hang your head
JUST LIKE A ZOMBIE
And I see you move real slow