Please don't ask me to relieve you of this life You're no good, no good, no good at dying I took the gun and aimed straight for your heart The undead have to pay, please learn from my mistakes Burn those children... till they're no more We've got no, reason to live We've got no, no reason to live We've got no, we've got no hope We've got no, no reason to live Please don't ask me to relieve you of this live Someone please call the hearse They've locked the doors and they've burned the church Women never give good advise Women never Someone please, someone please Someone please Drain the poison from the lips of the undead And I watched you beg