All the undead kids…

At the moment I am at a loss as to writing anything of substance. In the meantime, enjoy some zombie inspired lyrics as sung to the tune of Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People. 

UPDATED: Some lyrics have changed since my promotion.

Sergeant Major is a gun hand
He’ll save the day soon, the undead won’t stand a chance
He’s got a fixed bayonet, attached to his rifle he’s a gunslinger kids!
Yeah, he brought a flame thrower gun
It’s pretty handy against those infected things, and you wanna know what?
If it weren’t for him you’d be infected too. 


All the undead kids with their blood stained lips
They better run, better run, outrun a jarhead
All the undead kids with their blood stained lips
They better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 

Sergeant Major packs a tomahawk
It’s covered in gore, and it’s encrusted with brains.
He can cure the zombie blight, with decapitation or a shot through the eye.
Killing the brain works every time.
Yeah a small outbreak is now a pandemic war, you can’t reason with the undead,
Then say, “I’ll be alright, it’s just a little bite, yeah?”

All the undead kids with their blood stained lips
They better run, better run, outrun a jarhead
All the undead kids with their blood stained lips
They better run, better run, faster than my bullet

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