Letra

My first shift on the job, I picked a cold night Small-town kid, future looking so bright (Yeah right) Did bring your "A" game rookie? Hold tight Welcome to the big city - hope the people don't bite (Get back!) Racoon hit a blackout - get your own lights It's an apocalypse, don't go down with no fight (Uh!) I'm not too bothered by blood, just wipe my coat dry (Ugh!) Hello end times, goodbye old life Buckle up, hit the road, muzzle up, lock and load Count my shots, ammo's always runnin' low These streets are really gonna need a deep clean In addition to a functioning precinct Since I'm new to the force, better earn some respect Get to purging infected, to serve and protect 'Cause everywhere I turn is the scourge of the dead When I put a bullet in 'em, make sure it's the head Runnin' out of time, I can make it through this hell No one's sending backup - take a breath and tell myself That when I wake tomorrow, I'll know it's all in my head Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead The end is starting tonight Got no more stars in our sights We could all be gone by the time There comes another sunrise Deep in the dark, you can't hide Don't fear the bark, just the bite Even if we are to survive I'm feelin' far from alive I'm done with undergrad, I'll study undead now Zombies started this party, I gotta get down Can I weather this ugly infested town? No umbrella will ever cover up this mess now Learn to dance in the rain - steady hand, steady aim Knock 'em dead or Redfield ain't my name Careful where I place my trust, my brother was betrayed No luck with helicopters? Oughta find another way To escape this place which I can't say I'll miss The stench of decay is enough to make me sick Even though I love my country, call myself a patriot Don't forget, nobody's getting paid to babysit When you hear some hella heavy footstep comin' If it doesn't sound human you should do some runnin' 2nd amendment arguments aren't gonna plummet Pick up a gun or you'll end up in something's stomach Runnin' out of time, I can make it through this hell No one's sending backup - take a breath and tell myself That when I wake tomorrow, I'll know it's all in my head Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead This nightmare we're fightin' Half-dead yet far from dyin' Won't stop us from tryin' Near death but far from dyin' Runnin' out of time, I can make it through this hell No one's sending backup - take a breath and tell myself That when I wake tomorrow, I'll know it's all in my head Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead Feelin' far from alive (But far from dyin') Feelin' far from alive (But far from dyin') Feelin' far from alive (But far from dyin') Feelin' far from alive (But far from dyin')
Writer(s): John Gelardi, Timothy Ames Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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