Sung to the tune of: On The Trail of The Lonesome Pine.
Posted: June 20th, 2006, 10:23 am
Zombies don't have rotted flesh no moe
They shower every day, they are in the pink of health
Their eyes sparkle, or is that a glint I see?
They smile a lot, my what big teeth you have.
They wear suits and ties and clean underwear.
They sit in their pews and sing beautiful songs.
Not all who sit in pews are zombies; just enough to win elections, or so it seem.
"Wherever I go a poet has been there first."
They shower every day, they are in the pink of health
Their eyes sparkle, or is that a glint I see?
They smile a lot, my what big teeth you have.
They wear suits and ties and clean underwear.
They sit in their pews and sing beautiful songs.
Not all who sit in pews are zombies; just enough to win elections, or so it seem.
"Wherever I go a poet has been there first."