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Survivin' the Horde

V4

[Verse 1] Well, we’re just four folks in a world gone wrong, Tryin’ to stay alive, but it won’t be long. The dead are risin’, their eyes glow red, But we’ve got our grit, and we ain’t dead yet. With a shotgun in hand and a bat in tow, Louis got the pills, he’s ready to go. Francis with his vest, he hates goin slow Zoey’s aim is sharp, like a tack, And Bill’s got the smokes, watches your back! [Chorus] We’re survivin’ the horde, fightin’ for our lives, Dodgin’ the claws and the wicked cries. Through the swamp, the streets, and the old fairground, We’ll stand our ground ‘til the sun comes ‘round. [Verse 2] Coach says, “Keep movin’, don’t stop now,” Ellis tells a story ‘bout his hometown. Nick’s too smooth, with his shiny suit, But he’ll bash a zombie, no dispute. Rochelle keeping the boys in check, Together they'll survive this deadly trek Through the mall, through the rain, and the sugar mill, With a pipe bomb ready for a thrill. Grab the gas cans, light the flame, The Tank comes screamin’, it’s a deadly game. [Chorus] We’re survivin’ the horde, fightin’ for our lives, Dodgin’ the claws and the wicked cries. Through the swamp, the streets, and the old fairground, We’ll stand our ground ‘til the sun comes ‘round. [Bridge] The Witch is cryin’, better tiptoe slow, You wake her up, and you’ll feel her blow. Boomers burst, and the Spitter sprays, It’s a life-or-death game that we gotta play. Through the dark and the fire, the bridges fall, But together we’ll stand, we’ll survive it all. Every safe house is a victory song, Grab the medkits, y’all, it’s time to move along. [Breakdown – Banjo Solo] (A fast-paced, twangy banjo riff mimics the chaos of running through the horde, punctuated by stomping bass and clapping rhythm.) [Verse 3] We’ve seen the worst, but we’re still here, With a Molotov ready, we’ve got no fear. We’re Survivors strong, ain’t no way we’ll fall, Gotta make it to the chopper, gotta heed the call. [Chorus] We’re survivin’ the horde, fightin’ for our lives, Dodgin’ the claws and the wicked cries. Through the swamp, the streets, and the old fairground, We’ll stand our ground ‘til the sun comes ‘round. [Outro] So here’s to the Survivors, fightin’ on, Through the fire, the blood, and the break of dawn. With a shotgun in hand and a banjo twang, We’ll survive this hell with a country bang.