Neville Clark - Parade of the Dead lyrics

Quarter to midnight, a scene of slaughter, I'm in flight Red running water getting caught in the rip tide Cars out of order, man I thought I could hitchhike Sporting a chainsaw for I'm avoiding a fist fight The evacuation went ahead But bullet fire caressed my head, I was left for dead Awoke in hell and knowing well the Feds had fled Before the sun set in red The witching hour that approaches has a host of Seven plagues, packs of locusts, rats and roaches Fat and bloated corpses lacking focus Trapped in the throws of attacking that that's closest Legs aching from the pace that I'm running at d**h chasing, ain't safe till the sun is back Escaping the cityscape like a lumberjack My wake's the only way I'm coming back The city outer limits, found a house in thickets Heard a shout and a shot rang out to witness The foulest dead, disembowelled with gizzards Their rival is his final hour or minutes Numb with fear, holding gun to ear He said "Run, it's clear till the sun appears Tell my son his dear loving mum is near See you in hell man, I'm done with here" [Hook] They built my city on top of a grave Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade They poured gasoline on top of a lake And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped They built my city on top of a grave Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade Quarantined and forgotten for days These are the stories of those who have gotten away I thought I might... Drown in sweat when I heard the sound effects Of fingernails running down my fence Was it rioters, rats or malcontents? I pulled my blinds back a crack like Malcolm X The scene was sirens, violence, car alarms My neighbour waving from his yard with half an arm Vietnam in the suburbs, the walking dead "Burning Down the House" like Talking Heads A city on fire, not a city of god A city that hides from a hideous mob The zombie flicks, man I've seen 'em a lot Enough to know when it's time to get the f** out of dodge Uh, only packed the necessities Toothbrush, p**no, souped-up weaponry And just for the fun of it, I stole my neighbour's Hummer Put spikes out the side and tied a chainsaw to the front of it [Bridge] I cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes Knees and toes, knees and toes I cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes Knees and toes, knees and toes [Hook] They built my city on top of a grave Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade They poured gasoline on top of a lake And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped They built my city on top of a grave Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade Quarantined and forgotten for days These are the stories of those who have gotten away [Spoken Outro]