Zombies on Parade

Congratulations your face on the billboard
Saw it comin’ round the corner on Sunset
High as a kite
High as a kite
I bet your at a beautiful cocktail party
With skinny minds and bodies
Starin' at yourself on TV
And everybody misses you at home
But I guess when you’re in Rome
Walkin’ with the queens and gods
You gotta do what the others do
Just don’t lose what they’ve lost

Makin’ hay while the sun is shinin’
Spinnin’ gold while the miner’s mining
They’re your brightest of friends
Your darkest enemies
Groomed to your perfection
Your sunken еyes reflection
You’rе starin’ at yourself on TV
And I truly miss your soul
I can’t see it anymore
The prototypes been made
At a reproduction grade
Walkin’ with the queens and gods

(Chorus)
Zombies on parade
Zombies on parade
Zombies on parade
Zombies on parade
Zombies on parade
Starin’ at yourself on TV
Starin’ at yourself on TV
Starin’ at yourself on TV
Starin’ at yourself on TV
Starin’ at yourself on TV

Everybody misses you at home
I guess when you’re in Rome
You gotta lose what the others lost
And I truly miss your soul
Can’t see it anymore
Prototypes been made
At a reproduction grade
Walkin’ with the queens and gods

(Chorus)

Zombies on Parade
Starin’ at yourself on Parade
Zombies on Parade
Starin’ at yourself on TV
Zombies on Parade
Starin’ at yourself on TV
Zombies on Parade