The world is different now.
We're post-Apocalyptic.
There is no government,
And people come back after they kicked it.
They're not only out at night,
You see them in the day.
They want to feed on you,
And fill you with decay.
They are the walking dead.
They are the walking dead.
One foot in a six-foot bed,
They are the walking dead.
My friends and I are out there,
Just trying to survive,
But sometimes we wonder,
If we're even still alive.
Every day is pretty much the same,
Eat, sleep, work, and get drunk.
Repeat to infinity,
Until we're sleeping in dirt chunks.
We are the walking dead.
We are the walking dead.
One foot in a six-foot bed,
We are the walking dead.
We are the walking dead.
We are the walking dead.
One foot in a six-foot bed,
We are the walking dead.