Zombie Shuffle - Saint

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!