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You know your day will suckWhen the dead start walking the streetAnd their only source of nourishment isHuman meatGrab your 12-gauge from your roomAnd grab a box of shellsYou know your life has hit the skids,And you know you've gone to hellRun where run whereThere's no where left to hideThey come at night to feast insideGrab a knife from your kitchenCram it in your beltYou find it strangly comforting theway that it feltBurst through your front doorGunshots ringing in the airYou start laughing maniachly likeyou just don't careRun where run whereThere's no where left to hideThey come at night Letras de cancionesto feast insideRun where run whereThere's no where left to hideThey come at night to feast insideYour knife has gotten rustyAnd your gun is out of shotsYou look at the surronding zombiesGee, there sure are lotsAt first they just peck at your skinBut then as you diminishThey start to tear away your limbsand you know that you are finishedRun where run whereThere's no where left to hideThey come at night to feast insideRun where run whereThere's no where left to hideThey come at night to feast inside From Letras Mania