Snakeyes - Dead Don't Ride

Here they come
In the middle of the street
An army of dead
Marching through the heat

Here they stand
Far too many, far too many to count
A symphony of death
Marching around

But they'll never catch us, no they never will
My wheels of steel they roar, always will

Riding together, life on the road
Riding forever, always our code
We try to stay alive
Cause dead don't ride

Here I go
With a Molotov and a shotgun in my hand
The horde of the undead
My last stand