White Apple Tree - Zombies Can't Dance Lyrics
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Zombies Can't Dance
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What Are The Lyrics For Zombies Can't Dance By White Apple Tree?
True, it is said
That they cannot feel, they cannot think They have no minds and they cannot blink You'll soon regret Not preparing to save yourself For the end of the world is upon us now One, two, three, there are too many Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten They are coming through the door and up through the floor And it comes to me That zombies can't dance True, it is said That we're stronger, faster and smarter through But soon enough we'll be the few You have a point Though the outcome is bleak and our chances are weak At least we can dance One, two, three, there are too many Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten They are coming through the door and up through the floor And it comes to me That zombies can't dance I run up the stairs and into my bed Forgot to chop them down, soon I'll be dead There's no escape I'll be put to rest And it comes to me That zombies can't dance (Zombies can't dance) One, two, three, there are too many Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten They are coming through the door and up through the floor And it comes to me That zombies can't dance I run up the stairs and into my bed Forgot to chop them down, soon I'll be dead There's no escape, I'll be put to rest And it comes to me That zombies can't dance One, two, three, there are too many Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten They are coming through the door and up through the floor And it comes to me That zombies can't dance (Zombies can't dance) |
Who Wrote Zombies Can't Dance By White Apple Tree?
Ryan Marshall Lawhon
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