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Dead men in their marble halls, counting what they've bled Hollow eyes and hollow chests, hungry to be fed Grey the hands on ledger books, cold upon their thrones They bought the world ‘fore you were born and now they own your bones
You hear 'em on the chamber floor Scratching at the door They been dead for forty years But somehow they want more
Zombocracy - it's the rule of the dead Feasting on the living and they’ll chew until they’re fed Zombocracy - rotting at the top Feasting on the living 'til the living make it stop
Called it meritocracy, called it God's design While the working bodies bent along the bottom line Their teeth are full of legislation, tongues of silver wire Your meat will fill their bellies, and your bones will fuel their fires.
You hear 'em on the radio A dead man's lullaby Showing us the illusion Of untaintably blue sky
Zombocracy - it's the rule of the dead Feasting on the living and they’ll chew until they’re fed Zombocracy - rotting at the top Feasting on the living 'til the living make it stop
War pigs dined on napalm, These ones dine on brains! And the hunger that reigns At the top of the chain Is the same sick hunger That has always reigned
Zombocracy - it's the rule of the dead Feasting on the living and they’ll chew until they’re fed Zombocacy - rotting at the top Feasting on the living 'til the living make it stop
Zombocracy! - no democracy Zombocracy! - hypocrisy Zombocracy! - their legacy Zombocracy! - WE MAKE IT STOP!
The dead don't govern the living The dead don't govern the living The dead don't govern the living
