Zombaritaville: My Name Was Luka

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

To the tune of Luka, by Suzanne Vega

My name was Luka

I died on the second floor

Putrescing upstairs from you

Yes I think you've smelled me before

If you hear shambling late at night

Moaning, screaming, or a firefight

Lock your door and get your gun

I think it's 'cause I'm hungry

Since I crawled out of the ground

Ain't no room left in hell now

That's why I'm still walkin' 'round

They only scream until they die

And after that, you eat their thigh

You're just not human anymore

Didn't really dig my grave

Moved back upstairs again

May me borrow cup of braaaaains?

Wait, why do you run away?

I'll just gnaw on this leg bone

and lurk until you get back home

Just dont look behind your door

My name was luka