It's alright to cry,
my mother told me so
'Cause out from rain,
there will always be rainbows

There once was a zombie named Alfred,
Who couldn't believe he was dead.
But brains desired,
Common sense backfired.
So he did as the gruesome dead.

Hands shaking, lips trembling,
What exactly do you see?

A spider dangling in your face
Or a witch's broom crackling?

Concealed in a dark, closed room
Or the sound of thunder and lighting?

Zombies eating your brains (if you actually have any),
Or the sinking feeling of dying?

Of all the nightmares in the world,
Which one leaves you shivering?