When the zombies came out of the ground
none of us knew why or what to do
and my old pastor told us all it was the rapture
but now he’s just a zombie too.
Me and my big brother always said
if we survived the nukes we’d survive hell
when we heard they were coming we ransacked ourselves the Wall Mart
strapped on our machetes loaded up our shotgun shells, singing...


Me and my big brother took off to the woods
where we used to play when we were young.
We hid up in our old tree fort and figured we were safe because
zombies can’t climb oh no they’re just too dead and dumb.
But when we started running out of food
my big brother said he’d go find some.
I told him not to go back into town, but he just said,
“don’t worry little brother I know how to shoot a gun,
I’ll just aim for the head.”


Well I waited in that tree fort for three days
eating the last few cans of green beans,
and then on the fourth morning I was woken by a sound,
looked down and saw my brother at the bottom of the tree.
I asked him, “hey brother, what took you so long?”
but brother he just groaned a zombie groan.
I wiped away my tears and loaded up my shotgun shells
said a prayer and sent my brother home.
I just aimed for the head.
Aim for the head.