Inzombiea
The day come forth into the night
like a bugular bringing teror and fright
One does not sleep until the moring crows
and drunk man curse the headache from there burrows
Till then they're happy giggling within
until there souls catch up with sin
burn they do now in every tiny little pore
they drink to find there life a bore
now angles cry while jesus weeps
another soul dies off and into sleep
Then they dream of evil thoughts
and the pleasure this world has brought
forgetting the pain of being drunk
they pour a glass of rum and flunk
like a bugular bringing teror and fright
One does not sleep until the moring crows
and drunk man curse the headache from there burrows
Till then they're happy giggling within
until there souls catch up with sin
burn they do now in every tiny little pore
they drink to find there life a bore
now angles cry while jesus weeps
another soul dies off and into sleep
Then they dream of evil thoughts
and the pleasure this world has brought
forgetting the pain of being drunk
they pour a glass of rum and flunk