(after Mark Dinning)
That fateful night the lab blew up
and the chemicals mixed with the snow,
I packed our stuff, I was ready to run
but you ran much too slow...
Teen zombie, can you hear me?
Teen angel, please don't eat me.
Are you somewhere outside the house,
hoping I'm your amuse bouche?
What was it you've been looking for
since you joined the living dead?
Oh sure, you want my brain to eat
but it's stuck here, inside my head.
Teen zombie, I have a shotgun.
Teen zombie, you haven't got one.
I have to remember that you're gone
when I blow your head to kingdom come.
Just sweet sixteen, and now you're eaten,
risen and rotted away.
I'll never kiss your lips again
They buried them again today
Teen zombie, can you hear this?
Teen zombie, it sounds like a kiss
when the bonfire's lit underneath.
And I am still your own true love?
Teen zombie, don't answer, please.
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