Watching Dawn of the Dead while I stand on my head, ooh. Think you’re down in the dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you. When a zombie picks you up and smashes open your head, you find yourself dead. It isn’t my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up. I waved the magic wand, now it’s gone beyond control. Don’t let the dead men in, there’s a problem in the soul. Don’t want to reminisce of the dead like this, you don’t. Risen from shallow graves, made to be our slaves, but they won’t.