[Verse] Scavengin' the rubble, got a crust in my fist, Dough’s a little dusty, but it still gotta twist. Tomato paste squirts from a rusty can, Zombie groans echo, gotta bake while I can. Found a block of cheese, green spots on the rind, Scrape it with a knife—parmesan in my mind. Pepperoni? Nah, that's a pipe dream, Canned tuna takes the role, wasteland cuisine supreme. [Chorus] Pizza in the wasteland, pie on the run, Every bite's survival, apocalypse fun. Top it with regret, bake it with fear, Zombie moans a serenade, dinner is near. [Verse 2] Olives from a jar, black as the night, Chop ‘em with machetes, no kitchen in sight. Flour mixed with ashes, water from the rain, Wood-fire oven made of scrap propane. Basil from the garden of a house burned down, Sprinkle that on top, king of this ghost town. Crust a little crunchy, cheese a little rank, But it's gourmet dining when the world's gone blank. [Bridge] Knives on the table, crossbows on the floor, Every slice of pizza's worth fighting for. A bite for the living, a crumb for the dead, This pie’s my religion, the crust is my bread.
