Zombie Attack!
Last Sunday, The Mr. and I watched both Dawn of the Dead and Land of the Dead. Couple that with Shaun of the Dead, and the fact that The Mr. was talking about his Zombie Survival Guide, and you have a recipe for one 3-hour long, zombie-laden dream. The first thing we did was head north, to get away from the city - the more populated the area, the more zombies. Duh.
Zombies creep me the fuck out. I love the movies, but still...I think I would shit my pants just a little if we were ever to be attacked.
But...BUT, I say...having said that, I was just a little disappointed when my alarm went off and I realized I was just dreaming. Not because I enjoyed fighting zombies...but because I would rather risk my brain getting eaten than to go into work.
Sad, huh?
So, in honor of putting certain death before going to work on the priority list...and the fact that some guy named Patrick has been asking when I was gonna post more songs...I decided to write another I-hate-work song.
Looks like we’re under a zombie attack
Grab the bat, the gun, the booze
Oh crap! I forgot one of my shoes
No Work for me at all, hooray
Just don’t let zombies eat my brains
Oh well, a small price to pay
Just glad to break free from the chains
Head north, away from the city
Drive by work, show them no pity
No way out for them, I don’t believe
Fuck you! Take That! It’s my reprieve
No Work for me at all, hooray
Just don’t let zombies eat my brains
Oh well, a small price to pay
Just glad to break free from the chains
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