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