Types: Filk, Dom, Humor
Gun It
after "Fun It"
Vocals: Dom

When you wake up full of jet lag,
You need some coffee with bite.
When you wake up to some zombies
You need a van that ain't light.
When you feel surrounded
Run from it; gun it
When you feel guts beneath your wheels
grab your gun, make those suckers squeal
When you shoot, you won't need to aim,
Every one 's gonna die the same

Yeah, when you need to, when you need to send some zombies to hell tonight
You've got to pack more than just heat
when you need to, when you need to send some zombies to hell tonight
Then an armored van is what you need

And when you're not making progress, have fun, use big guns,
'Till the zombies or your ammo's gone and you die, you die.

Start the van, try to drive away
Fight the zombies another day
ain't no shame; your brain might taste good
Ain't no doubt, leave that neighborhood

Yeah, when you need to, when you need to send some zombies to hell tonight
You've got to pack more than just heat
when you need to, when you need to send some zombies to hell tonight
(Hell tonight, hell tonight)
Then an armored van is what you need

Run from it; gun it!
Run from it; gun it!
Run from it; gun it!

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