The Zombie Prince - FOLK HOGAN

The Zombie Prince

The zombie prince steps out of the shadows,
A brain has been eaten but a heart has hit the floor.
He holds it close to feel the warmth upon him,
He’s grown so cold and so he’ll be forever more.

Well, he walks around all day,
In a spectrum of gray,
Doesn’t feel the sun or wind or rain,
He’s unable to cry,
as dirt gathers in his eyes,
A deadly life but he still feels the pain.

And he doesn’t remember why,
With his body his soul did die,
He never did quite realize
Being dead is paradise!

Now he wonders down the road,
His bones so stiff and cold,
A requiem in the most fantastic way,
But like a solder without orders
He keeps on marching on,
To satisfy his hunger, but in vain.

When from the corner of his eye
He sees a flickering of light,
A satin skirt rise high above the knee.
Her arms are beckoning,
This siren starts to sing,
He stumbles towards
this meal fit for a king

And he doesn’t remember why,
With his body his soul did die,
He never did quite realize
Being dead is paradise!

And as he stumbles in,
She places a grenade
Where his heart had once been,
And pulls the pin!

And with a flash of exploding light,
Again a woman, she took his life,
He never did quite realize,
Being dead was paradise!!

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