The Walking Dead Lyrics – The Walking Dead

Up from her grave
Another white slave
Nothin’ goes in or out of her head
Never you mind

Tryin’ to find
A real live girl in your bed
She likes this frenzy feeding
She cuts across the dance floor

Thinks she’s the only one bleeding
He cuts his teeth on girls like her
Just a little more makeup
’til she makes up for being used

He hardly knows what he’s saying
She hardly knows how to refuse
Chorus
She’s walking

With his eyes in your head
With his tongue in your bed
And your lips are swollen red
Chorus
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The Walking Dead Lyrics – The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead