Viva La Vida Loca!

Let me tell you the story
Of Zombie's biggest worry
That will make you feel sorry
'Cause we destroyed all his glory

The reason is easy:
People got cheasy
By watching dumb TV
And getting more sleazy

Zombie walks through town
He is just on his own
Keeping head sadly down
Sorrow makes him frown

Modern people look like him
The living death boxed in skin
So rough and grey, hair so thin
Workflow made their shape so slim

What is alive seems so dead
Broken heart and humming head
And what Zombie knows and dread
Story will turn out so bad

Zombie is still on his way
Leaving behind his toughest day
Couldn't make a woman bray
And he watched a bloody fray

Zombie likes to be the fright
But people do not fear his sight
Zombie wants to start a fight
But youngsters do that every night

Poor little undead thing
His life dangles on a string
New age makes him struggling
Zombie's nature's tarrying

Zombie leaves into the dark
Sadly all dogs start to bark
When zombie steps into the park
To go back to his graveyard