big trouble

whatever makes you tick

is what makes me crawl

through the mud

the blood and the mammaries

and the worst of it all

what have you seen my past

you shouldn't see

love me like each breath you use

and use me like you breathe

'cause you make me feel

like a zombie

forever fall into pieces

all over your feet

woe is me

i'm a zombie

you look bodacious

in that guillotine

the way you look right through me

girl

it sucks me down the street

and i pray for days

when we're quarantined and squirreled away

'cause one-on-one with you

it's like wounded outlaws on the run

and you make me feel

like a zombie

forever fall into pieces

all over your feet

woe is me

i'm a zombie

forever falling like peanut brittle

all over your skin

you walk like a man

but you talk like a fool

you strut like a stallion

but you hump like a mule

you walk like a man

but you talk like a fool

you strut like a stallion

but you walk like a mule

you walk like a man

but you talk like a fool

you strut like a stallion

but you hulk like a mule

well i'm a son of a gun

i'm the outcome of cum

the way i feel inside you

girl

i'm the bratwurst in your bun

and you make me feel

like a zombie