P.C.P. - Zombie lyrics

The end of the earth is upon us
Pretty soon, it'll all turn to dust
So get up!
Forget the past
Go outside and have a blast
The end of the earth is upon us
Pretty soon, it'll all turn to dust
GO a thousand miles in a jet airplane
Go out of your mind
Go insane!
To a place that you've never been before
Eat ice cream our you'll lick the floor
So get up!

And its demonic charge
It is the original breath
It is the whisper of unremitting demand
What do you still want to be said of the singer?
What do you think you can still draw from my lips?
Exact presence that no fantasy can represent
Purveyor of the old secret, alive with the blood that boils again
And is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart

Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family
In your head, in your head they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are crying

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie
Hey, hey, hey
What's in your head
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie

So get up!