Yea, I miss those days alright
born bright and white and right
in the right place and with red hair.
I miss those days alright
nothing fit but it was new and blue
shoes run faster than white.
Down past the graveyard
you can see your zombies now
not so dead looking anymore is they.
All that mess is so far away
you'd say as you hee'd and haw'd'
drinking your poison until you chucked.
Days they come to an end and nights
not so short with the walking dead
pestering and pawing at your neck.
Born white and bright and right
did you see that guy fall yet
did you see how everyone ran?
It was like they'd seen a ghost!
He was already on an aeroplane
headed over to the Great Salt Lake
which isn't so great, but it is long.
Bet those graverobbers down in Provo
shuffled tickets like their life
depended on it, hob knockers all of them.
Bet that he got to Phoenix
at half past three and layed low,
shaved and ordered in, rested up.
They all head to the Bob Crane
memorial expressway that hits
the 10 off of Glendale, without exception.
Don Bolles knew. I knew. You knew.
And here we are watching
Huntley-Brinkley count the dead.
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