This Song Is About Being Attacked By Monsters

We need a doctor, a fucking 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…
We need a doctor, a fucking doctor
Get your guns and just fucking run
We need a doctor, a fucking doctor
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
We need a plan…
We need a doctor, a fucking doctor
Get your guns and just fucking run
We need a doctor, a fucking doctor
Someone send in the troops
Get a plane in the air
We need emergency help
Whatever the fuck you can spare
I’m on my own now
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