"Zombies on your lawn" LIVE

There's a zombie on your lawn

There's a zombie on your lawn

There's a zombie on your lawn

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

I'm just a sunflower but see

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

I have a screen-door shield

We are the undead

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Maybe it's time to reevaluate

I know you have a lot of food on your plate

Brains are quite rich in cholesterol

You're dead so it doesn't matter,

Instead we'll use this solar power

to make a lawn defense at any hour

I like the tricycle

There's butter on my head

I'm gonna eat your brains