Rippin' Off Your Skin

To the tune of Blowin' In The Wind by Bob Dylan

How many lobes must a ghoul gulp down

Before he eats the whole brainpan?

How many skulls must a sniper nail

Before her rifle has jammed?

Yes, n' how many bites must I take of this guy

Before I've digested his hand?

The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin

The zombies are rippin' off your skin

Yes, n' how many folks must cease to exist

Before it's called a "killing spree"?

Yes, n' how many years in this mall can we subsist

'Til we're forced by bikers to flee?

Yes, n' how many towns must shamblers infest

Before they all turn to debris?

The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin

The zombies are rippin' off your skin

Yes, n' how many mines must a man blow up

Before the undead subside?

Yes, n' how many bites must our pilot endure

Before he's no longer alive?

Yes, n' how many hosts will this virus infect

Before the plague's spread worldwide?

The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin

The zombies are rippin' off your skin

Bob Dylan's hippie folk-singer version…

	Bob Dylan - Blowin' in the Wind
	Found at skreemr.com