Monday morning, six a.m. My alarm goes off and I wanna yell: God Damn!
Back to work; back to man-eats-man.
Try to live my life just as full as I can.
I'm riding down main street, kickin' back to the beat of my radio, I go to turn up the stereo
I see a lady walk into the road
Slam on my brakes, put everything on hold
Step out and say, "Ma'am, are you alright?"
I could see from light shining off my brights
She was covered in blood from head to toe
Eyes filmed over with a stare so cold
Two shots rang out, and she expired
I looked back to see it was a man who fired
"Save your questions, follow me. I'm all that's left of the P.D."

Head Shot, reload, oh shit I'm out of ammo
Take out my knife, fight for my life
Slice and dice these undead mofo's.
The town's become infested
with all these damn infected.
I would have died in that city
had it not been for Kennedy.

Flyin' in his cruiser, pulling sweet meanuvers
Nothing major, just running over neighboors
Escaping danger, hauling ass,
Making this nightmare a thing of the past
But not too fast. Step-by-Step, steadily
We flee to a far off sanctuary
Away from this city turned cemetary.
Right now it's nothing more then a dream,
When faced with the groans and hungry screams,
Of growing infestation, rest for the night at the police station
Grab supplies, ammunition and nutrition.
Bless his heart, for Kennedy said he'd keep watch and let me sleep.
"Catch me a few winks, while you're at it, Rust,
Tomorrow is live or die, for the both of us."

Head Shot, reload, oh shit I'm out of ammo
Take out my knife, fight for my life
Slice and dice these undead mofo's.
The town's become infested
with all these damn infected.
I would have died in that city
had it not been for Kennedy.

Gunshots serve as a morning bell
Nothin' like waking up to living hell.
Wave after wave, fighting off the infected
Kennedy reloads, I expect the unexpected.
I throw a hand grenade to aid,
It clears a path, just as I prayed,
And we run just as fast as we can
To escape the undead boogeyman.
Years have passed, since that time,
and living still seems so sublime.
How did we survive? How did we make it through?
I'm sure Kennedy remembers, have him tell you,
But you'll have to ask him later, he said he's catching a plane
He told me: "Duty calls, see ya, Rust. I've got orders to go to Spain."

Rescue missions are such a pain... I'd know from experience.

Head Shot, reload, oh shit I'm out of ammo
Take out my knife, fight for my life
Slice and dice these undead mofo's.
The town's become infested
with all these damn infected.
I would have died in that city
had it not been for Kennedy.

Head Shot, reload, oh shit I'm out of ammo
Take out my knife, fight for my life
Slice and dice these undead mofo's.
The town's become infested.
with all these damn infected.
I would have died in that city
had it not been for Kennedy.

I would have died in that city
had it not been for Kennedy.