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• Artiste: Random Task Collective
• Titre: Barricade
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You know your day will suck When the dead start walking the street And their only source of nourishment is Human meat Grab your 12-gauge from your room And grab a box of shells You know your life has hit the skids, And you know you've gone to hell Run where run where There's no where left to hide They come at night to feast inside Grab a knife from your kitchen Cram it in your belt You find it strangly comforting the way that it felt Burst through your front door Gunshots ringing in the air You start laughing maniachly like you just don't care Run where run where There's no where left to hide They come at night to feast inside Run where run where There's no where left to hide They come at night to feast inside Your knife has gotten rusty And your gun is out of shots You look at the surronding zombies Gee, there sure are lots At first they just peck at your skin But then as you diminish They start to tear away your limbs and you know that you are finished Run where run where There's no where left to hide They come at night to feast inside Run where run where There's no where left to hide They come at night to feast inside