Theres a man going 'round
Looking out for the ones
They got dressed in blue
Not sure but I think he's got a gun
And he's got something yet to prove
Dressed in black with a baseball cap
With a long coat down to his boots
Rest assured that he's got big plans
And he's going to act em' out real soon
He's a fairly troubled individual
And he's got a past full of pain
Some docs even go as far to
Diagnose the man insane
No doubt he's got his issues
But it doesn't really matter cause he's got no clue
Spends all of his time in the basement
With his eyes fixed to the news
All the zombies in the street gotta eat
All the ends justify their means
Ready for the civil war they got started
From watching all of their screens
All the people flood the streets
Yeah, the city is a mess, it's a site to see
Everybody's got a weapon in their hand
Holding fast, steady at their feet
Nobody really knows what it's like
To actually kill another human being
It doesn't matter cause they're all
Manipulated by the mighty media regime
Small armies start to form in the streets
Where the money kids used to play
All the mothers in the windows holding babies
Trying to keep their kids feeling safe
Never want to see their sons or their daughters
Ever growing up to feel the same
The only way you could ever disengage
Is to tune out the media's games
But all the zombies in the street gotta eat
All the ends justify their means
Ready for the civil war they got started
From watching all of their screens
Yeah
But all the zombies in the street gotta eat
All the ends justify their means
Ready for the civil war they got started
From watching all of their screens