UmI'm goingto be a zombie.I'm going to be a zombie.I'm going to be a zombie.I can't believe what I'm heaping you cross the lineI can feel my blood overheating and gounloaded I'm about to blowlike a time bomb,ticky ticky time bomband he's supposed to blowIcan't believe what I'm hearing you across the line.You're feeling low, heating and low, unloaded.I'm about to blow like a time bomb,ticky, ticky, time bomb.Ready to explode.I can't believe what I'm hearing,it will cost a lotCan't spend my blood on my healing and loveMy love ain't on my boss's bloodI could tell mom,took it to get job,I'm ready for my soulSandy...Sandy...Sandy...Sandy...Sandy...sound
