Love Zombies - Chris Garneau

Eat, and sleep, and shun

Your mother she’s the one

Who gets all your goats

And herds them up two hills

With rotten oats

Apple orchard goat

The place you love the most

Your holy frightened ghost

You hardly liked the meat

It was too tough to eat

To chew and grind with teeth

To chew and grind with teeth

Your love zombies

And all those men you beast

You beast

You beast

You beast

Gentle men are we