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(She's a) Zombie
03:26
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(Lyrics: Sam Sinister)
She's the one you've been lookin' for
The pretty undead girl next door
Pastey skin and unkempt hair
Cuts and bruises everywhere
The vacant look that's one her face
She's always starin' into space
She don't care, yeah, this much is true
But she's gonna come for you...
Chorus:
That bitch is a zombie (ZOMBIE!)
That bitch is a zombie
That bitch is a zombie (ZOMBIE!)
She's a fuckin' zombie
That bitch is a zombie (ZOMBIE!)
She's a za-za-zombie
That bitch is a zombie (ZOMBIE!)
She's a zombie and she's gonna come for you
Come for you
Come for you
She's gonna come for you
GO!
She likes to moan and she likes to hiss
She smells like rotten shit and piss
She shuffles left, and she shuffles right
She never goes to sleep at night
The vacant look that's one her face
She's always starin' into space
She don't care, yeah, this much is true
But she's gonna come for you...
(Chorus, repeat first verse, then chorus again)
She's gonna come for you
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2. |
Rural Streetpunk
03:39
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(Lyrics: Sam Sinister)
I live in the sticks
Runnin' the streets of the sticks
Outskirt kids tryin' to get a fix
Backwoods hillbilly punk rock hicks
Drinkin' some beers on a Friday night
Sittin' round a campfire, alright
Listenin' to Iggy, I got a right
Rural streetpunks stay up all night
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Chorus:
Here we are, we're givin' you the creeps
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
Streetpunks without the streets
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
Unnerving everyone we meet
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
Streetpunks without the streets
We don't live on the shitty side of town
we're not from the streets, but we love that sound
don't worry about the neighbors, cause there's no one around
everything we do, we run it into the ground
drinkin' some beers on a Friday night
drinkin' on the porch and I feel alright
ain't gonna stop 'til the morning light
rural streetpunks stay up all night
Oi! Oi! Oi!
(Chorus)
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3. |
Beer is a Necessity
01:40
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(Lyrics: Sam Sinister; Title: Paul "Choo Choo" Harcar)
You say it's time to play, but first thing's first
Been awake all day, and I got me a thirst
The straight edge kids say it's not true
But when it's time to go, I know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna-
Chorus:
Drink (x4)
'Cause beer is a necessity (x2)
Sobriety don't got no pull in the world of punk rock 'n roll
You say your body's your temple
I don't give a rat's ass
It's not a bad habit, it's workin' class
40 ounces and I'm ready to go, 'cause
What we do before and after the show, we're gonna-
(Chorus)
Well, good times come and good times go
But when I get a couple in me, let the good times roll
We're just a buncha rowdy drunks comin' through your town
And if there isn't any booze we're gonna burn it down, so let's-
(Chorus)
Rock 'n roll (x4)
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4. |
By the Candlelight
02:20
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(Lyrics: Sam Sinister)
I'm sick of your fuckin' shit
I'm about to have a fuckin' fit
I'm tired of hangin' around
So sick of you puttin' me down
Try to figure you out, I need a fuckin' map
Always try to make me feel like crap
It's time to end it now
It's time to end it now
I go to work each day
Work hard for measley pay
Come home to a fuckin' bitch
Blame me 'cause you're not rich
Blamne me 'cause you're so bored
Wanna do things I can't afford
It's time to end it now
It's time to end it now
Chorus:
Try to find the words to say, but no words come to mind
No time for talk, it's time to die
You say I never make plans
Well, how do you like me now
No more fuckin' around, it's time to
Die, die, die
I'm sick of your fuckin' shit
I'm about to have a fuckin' fit
I'm tired of hangin' around
So sick of you puttin' me down
It's time to have some fun
It's time to get a gun
Preparation is a bottle of booze
Sittin' home alone, waiting for you
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
Look so good by the candlelight
Bloodstains on the kitchen floor
Splattered brains on the kitchen door
Blame me 'cause you're not rich
Now you're just one dead bitch
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
(Chorus)
It's time to die (x5)
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5. |
Our Scene
03:17
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(Lyrics: Chris Vermin)
You tell me there's nothin' there
You act like I fuckin' care
You're a washed-up, weak old sheep
And a useless, fat-ass creep
1-2-3-4
Chorus:
It's our scene, so FUCK YOU! (x3)
Oi!
Who the fuck do you think you are
What makes you so up-to-par?
I think you're a fuckin' joke
You can't even get a fuckin' poke
(Chorus)
I know this is Zombieland
It's a great place to start a band
You can't make a valid pass
In our town we'd kick your fuckin' ass
We'd kick your ass
It's our scene, so FUCK YOU! (x3)
It's our scene-
One more time!!
It's our scene, so FUCK YOU! (x3)
Oi!!
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Sam Sinister New Castle, Pennsylvania
I've been writing music for a good while, and have done time in various bands, including Dead City Dealers, Bob Sagget & the
FullHouse, The Disliked, The RUNS, and The Reversatiles.
I also have an ongoing solo project called Sam Sinister and the Plastic Sinister Band, in which I play mainly with myself.
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