Monday, August 3, 2009

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