Texas is Full of Zombies (And we couldn't be happier!) [IAFF Zombie Challenge]

[VERSE 1] One day the dead started risin’ up Yeah that caught us all by surprise Dallas fell in a matter of hours Houston didn’t even put up a fight Austin… well we couldn’t quite tell They said there were zombies there too Looked about like a Friday night Just a little more weird than they usual do [PRE-CHORUS] It was tricky for about thirty moments We were thinkin’ this might be the end… Then somebody laughed out loud and said— [CHORUS] No bag limits on zombies, boys! Load it up and make some noise Grab your shotguns, ARs Bolt guns, pistols, whatever you got No bag limits on zombies, boys! Line ‘em up and call your shots Hell, 9 mil works just fine If you keep it steady and you take your time [VERSE 2] We walked in lines down county roads Callin’ shots like opening day Left side clear, two more comin’ slow Drop ‘em clean and keep your pace I know what you’re gonna say now— “One bite and they take your life” But deer run faster, rabbits hide better And bears… man, they’ll straight up fight Any man who’s faced a dozen boars will say— Give me a horde of zombies any day [CHORUS] No bag limits on zombies, boys! Load it up and make some noise Kick that dust and hold your ground Ain’t nothin’ here we ain’t shot down No bag limits on zombies, boys! Laughin’ while the brass hits dirt Turned out the apocalypse Hurt a lot less than a day’s work [VERSE 3] Yeah the boys through Texas and a whole lotta girls— Turned it into somethin’ wild All night long and all next day Haven’t seen folks laugh like that in a while Fields were ringin’, roads were clear Smoke and sun and a steady hand If you didn’t know better you’d swear to God I swear before the Lord It was the best darn hunt in the land [BRIDGE] Then we wept… when the last one fell Yeah we thought our fun was done Checked our packs… barely touched Used less than one out of a hundred rounds …Then we looked up at I-35 No traffic… not a single line Walked right into Franklin’s BBQ Didn’t even have to wait this time [FINAL CHORUS] Texas full of zombies, boys! And we couldn’t be happier now Raise it up and let it ring Ain’t seen freedom like this in a while Texas full of zombies, boys! (I—I!) Sing it loud and sing it proud For a little while the world made sense And we finally laughed out loud [OUTRO] Heard Oklahoma’s startin’ up… Louisiana ain’t far behind… Boys… we better pack it up Better go ‘fore some stuffed shirt Sets a bag limit this time