Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah yeah
Point-blank brain splatter
Round twenty-nine
Here we go
[Verse 1]
Three AM and my eyes are burning red
Monster energy cans stacked beside the bed
Pack-a-Punch my Ray Gun to the max
Undead horde is creeping up my cracked back
Quick revive in my pocket just in case
My roommate yelled "go the hell to sleep" to my face
I told him zombies don't clock out at dawn
Then I got swiped and the whole damn run was gone
[Pre-Chorus]
One more game
Just one more game I swear
My GPA is bleeding out somewhere
[Chorus]
Shoot shoot shoot the walkers
Dumb and dumber stalkers
They just want my gray matter
And I'm out of mortar
Buy the mystery box
Pray it ain't a peashooter
Screaming at the screen like a certified hooter
[Post-Chorus]
Round twenty
Round thirty
I'm still here
Getting flirty with a Molotov
And a dream
Yeah that's the scheme
[Verse 2]
My buddy thought he was hot stuff with the Bowie knife
Got cornered by a sprinter and he lost his life
Now I'm kiting circles in the courtyard alone
Sweaty palms and a terrified moan
They're breaking through the barricade I patched with tape
My last perk went down and I need an escape
Tried to trip mine just to buy a second
Now I'm the reason this whole lobby descended
[Pre-Chorus]
One more game
Just one more game I swear
My social life is gone I don't care
[Chorus]
Shoot shoot shoot the walkers
Dumb and dumber stalkers
They just want my gray matter
And I'm out of mortar
Buy the mystery box
Pray it ain't a peashooter
Screaming at the screen like a certified hooter
[Post-Chorus]
Round twenty
Round thirty
I'm still here
Getting flirty with a Molotov
And a dream
Yeah that's the scheme
[Bridge]
I don't know why I do this to myself
Every down is pure defeat
But that one time I clutched it
Forty-five rounds and shouted victory
Barely breathing
Hands are shaking
Best feeling that I've had all week
[Chorus]
Shoot shoot shoot the walkers
Dumb and dumber stalkers
They just want my gray matter
And I'm out of mortar
Buy the mystery box
Pray it ain't a peashooter
Screaming at the screen like a certified hooter
[Post-Chorus]
Round twenty
Round thirty
I'm still here
Getting flirty with a Molotov
And a dream
Yeah that's the scheme