Parade The Dead by Hilltop Hoods
[Pressure:]

Quarter to midnight, a scene of slaughter, I'm in flight

Red running water getting caught in the rip tide

Cars out of order, man I thought I could hitchhike

Sporting a chainsaw for I'm avoiding a fist fight

The evacuation went ahead

But bullet fire caressed my head, I was left for dead

Awoke in hell and knowing well the Feds had fled

Before the sun set in red

The witching hour that approaches has a host of

Seven plagues, packs of locusts, rats and roaches

Fat and bloated corpses lacking focus

Trapped in the throws of attacking that that's closest

Legs aching from the pace that I'm running at

Death chasing, ain't safe till the sun is back

Escaping the cityscape like a lumberjack

My wake's the only way I'm coming back

The city outer limits, found a house in thickets

Heard a shout and a shot rang out to witness

The foulest dead, disembowelled with gizzards

Their rival is his final hour or minutes

Numb with fear, holding gun to ear

He said "Run, it's clear till the sun appears

Tell my son his dear loving mum is near

See you in hell man, I'm done with here"



[Chorus:]

They built my city on top of a grave

Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade
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They poured gasoline on top of a lake

And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped

They built my city on top of a grave

Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade

Quarantined and forgotten for days

These are the stories of those who have gotten away



[Suffa:]

I thought I might...

Drown in sweat when I heard the sound effects

Of fingernails running down my fence

Was it rioters, rats or malcontents?

I pulled my blinds back a crack like Malcolm X

The scene was sirens, violence, car alarms

My neighbour waving from his yard with half an arm

Vietnam in the suburbs, the walking dead

"Burning Down the House" like Talking Heads

A city on fire, not a city of god

A city that hides from a hideous mob

The zombie flicks, man I've seen 'em a lot

Enough to know when it's time to get the fuck out of dodge

Uh, only packed the necessities

Toothbrush, porno, souped-up weaponry

And just for the fun of it, I stole my neighbour's Hummer

Put spikes out the side and tied a chainsaw to the front of it



I cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes

Knees and toes, knees and toes

I cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes

Knees and toes, knees and toes



[Chorus]

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