[Verse 1] Friday night, four controllers on the floor, Pizza stacked up by the bedroom door. Then every screen went black at ten — Zombies in the street. Fuck. Not again. Dave looked outside, said, “That seems bad.” Mike said, “The substation’s three blocks past.” Our drummer stood up: “Guys, I know this shit. I’ve got six hundred hours in Electrician Sim.” [Chorus] GET THE POWER BACK ON! THIS LOBBY’S GETTING FUCKING SWEATY! GET THE POWER BACK ON! No apocalypse can kill this! If the dead want our weekend... [Gang Singalong] WE’RE TAKING IT BACK! [Verse 2] We cleared the corner like a co-op map, Dave with a shovel, Mike with a bat. Drummer found the fault in twenty seconds flat, While we kept six dead guys off his back. Lights came up across the avenue, We ran back home like we always do. Played till sunrise, never checked outside — Turns out the army showed up around five. [Chorus] GET THE POWER BACK ON! THIS LOBBY’S GETTING FUCKING SWEATY! GET THE POWER BACK ON! No apocalypse can kill this! If the dead want our weekend... [Gang Singalong] WE’RE TAKING IT BACK! [Spoken Word Bridge] Okay. For the record — none of us knew how to fight zombies. But apparently two thousand hours of survival games, three D&D campaigns, and our drummer obsessively playing an electrical maintenance simulator was enough. yep, it was enough. Anyway... the power’s stable. Who’s hosting? [Final Gang Shout] WE’RE TAKING OUR WEEKEND BACK! [Chorus] GET THE POWER BACK ON! THIS LOBBY’S GETTING FUCKING SWEATY! GET THE POWER BACK ON! No apocalypse can kill this! If the dead want our weekend... [Gang Singalong] WE’RE TAKING IT BACK!
