I'm a tough old guy on my ready to kill
And it′s what I do best in the streets of my town
Killing of the living dead as make my way around
And to make it even better
And now you'll tink twice before you call me a geezer
I can blow my way through zombies
And we′ll complete this campaing.
HOLD UP! You can′t forget your man Francis
My ichy tringer finger makes the zombies do dances
I'll keep all the undead from getting too bored
And I′m the only thing you need when you'll be fighting the horde
I agree that Bill is jack
But he seems a litle whaked
He might have a heart attack
I know to choke a smoker with his own damn tounge.
You need a man with a brain
And I got my hand on the reins
Putin' zombies pain ′cause they don't wanna face me
Driving zombies insaine 'cause they now that I′m tasty
But they can′t toutch this premedetaiting skills
I got a mind to think and two hands to kill
And I can hunt the hunter
And if the witch be b***ing I'll decide her doom
For the horde I got a pipebomb
And I'll play ′em like a fidle
I'm best puttin′ the dead to rest
Pumping lead into their brains
You know I got the best rank
Stick together as a group
We′re just trying to find our way
We′ll all be left for dead