Welcome to Zombie Slumberland

Streetlights gleam. Are you listening? On the pavement, rigs are glistening. A wretched sight,

we're doomed tonight. Tranqing in a zombie slumberland. Gone away is our downtowns.

Here to stay are the ghost crowds that slump as they go. In that dead-eyed

flow, oh. Tranqing in a zombie slumberland. On the corner,

you can build your own rig With a cook of some dope gonna light up. Jenny says,

"You still good, bro?" We'll say, "No, ma'am," and I'll

hit it once more till I topple like timber