John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
It's that mechanical motion
Skin -tight when the nights are bloodless
Lip-sync the latest notion
From zombie drill instructors
Thrown out of all the parties
Maybe it's time for me to bed
Now his eyeball's runnin'
Just like a razor down her leg
Baby's joined the walking dead
Up from her grave
Another white slave
Nothin' goes in or out of her head
Never you mind
Tryin' to find
A real live girl tonight in your bed
She's joined the walking dead
She's joined the walking dead
She's joined the walking dead
She likes this frenzy feeding
She cuts across the dance floor
Thinks she's the only one bleeding
He cuts his teeth on girls like her
Just a little more makeup
'Til she makes up for being used
Hardly knows what he's saying
She hardly knows how to refuse
Baby's joined the walking dead
Up from her grave
Another white slave
Nothin' goes in or out of her head
Never you mind
Tryin' to find
A real live girl tonight in your bed
She's joined the walking dead
She's joined the walking dead
She's joined the walking dead
She's walking
She's walking
She's walking
Walking dead
She's walking
She's walking
With his eyes in your head
With his tongue in your bed
With your lips swollen red
From the kiss of the walking dead
Baby's joined the walking dead
Up from her grave
Another white slave
Nothin' goes in or out of her head
Never you mind
Tryin' to find
A real live girl tonight in your bed
She's joined the walking dead
She's joined the walking dead
She's joined the walking dead
My baby's joined the walking dead
Up from her grave
Another white slave
Nothin' goes in or out of her head
Never you mind
Tryin' to find
A real live girl tonight in your bed
She's joined the walking dead
She's joined the walking dead
She's joined the walking dead
The Walking Dead was written by John Hiatt.
The Walking Dead was produced by Tony Visconti.