May 2015
One...two...three...four....
Close the gate and lock the door.
Five... Six...seven...eight....
Go hide you must be quick.
Nine...ten...eleven...twelve....
Hear the zombies come out of hell.
Close the gate and lock the door.
Five... Six...seven...eight....
Go hide you must be quick.
Nine...ten...eleven...twelve....
Hear the zombies come out of hell.
(Mn)
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