Zombie Shuffle

Now it's two am, the street's cold and barren
 Rain comin' down, he staggers by just starrin'
 Young cold bony fingers, ragged soul-less and hardened
 In the search and the quest of a fix'uh, in the back of a junkyard
 And he's goin' back for more, doin' the zombie shuffle
 He's goin back for more, oh
 He takes an old crusty needle and stabs it in his arm
 His heart begins to pound and he's about to buy the farm
 Staggering feeling like superman, aimless and flying high
 Begs for some pocket change from everyone passing by
 He's goin' back for more, doin' the zombie shuffle
 He's goin back for more, oh
 Back for more, huh... back for more
 Back for more, back for more
 He looks, he looks around the city
 And hangs his scabby head
 Everyone's doing fine except the living dead
 He's goin' back for more, doin' the zombie shuffle
 He's goin back for more, oh
 He's goin' back for more, doin' the zombie shuffle
 He's goin back for more, oh
 When zombies come out at night!