Zombie On Your Lawn

(chorus)
We don't want zombies on the lawn
I know your type: tall, dark, and dead
You want to bite all the petals off of my head
And then eat the brains of
the one who planted me here
me power an entire infantry
You like the taste of brains
we don't like zombies
I used to play football
Road cones protect my head
We are the undead
(repeat chorus)
Maybe it's time to reevaluate
Brains are quite rich in cholesterol
You're dead so it doesn't matter,
Instead we'll use this solar power
I like the tricycle
There's butter on my head
(repeat chorus)