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We need a doctor. They're coming in through the windows And breaking through all the boards I nailed up They look like they've been through hell and back They got just one thing on their minds We need a plan Someone get a gun, we'd better run. They found a hole in the basement door They're coming up through the floor boards I got enough ammo but I should have prayed for more guts I don't care what you think, I just care how you shoot They don't care who you were They just care how sweet the blood Someone send in the troops Get a plane in the air, we need emergency help Whatever you can fucking spare, I don't care I'm on my own now, oh god I'm on my own They've got a hold of me now, it's all over |