[Well, it's not _that_ good, but something about the idea really appeals to me...]

(a)Chill out, whatcha yellin' for?
Lay back, zombies have come before
and if you could only let them be
you would see(/a)

I like you the way you are
when we're drinkin' in the bar
and you're talking to me face-to-face
but you become

(b)somebody else round zombie hordes
watching your back
like you can't relax
you're trying' to be leet
but you're two left feet
with me(/b)

(c)tell me-
why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
See, the way you're actin' like you're a paladin gets me frustrated
life's like this: you
you drink and you brawl
and you give and you take
what you get and you turn it into
honesty, promise me I'm never gonna find you fakin'
no, no, no(/c)

You come over unannounced
dressed up like a paladin
where you are and where it's at, you see,
you're making me
laugh out when you pick your nose
take off all your armor clothes
you know you're not foolin' anyone
when you become

{B}{C}

{A}

{B}{C}

{C}

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