Tekster: Direct Hit!. #3. They Came For Me.

They came for me in the middle of the night
They came for me on a wave of panic and fright
And how I wept for all their problems
Oh how I wept for all their sins

Knocked down the doors and lurched their bodies up the stairs,
entered the bedrooms, yeah they caught us unawares -
And how I wept for all their problems,
oh how I wept for all their sins

And I said hey there, living dead, just where do you come from?
Where are you going? And can you give me a crumb -
Not of the brains and flesh you feast on, or the corpses left behind,
but just a piece of evidence so I can ease my throbbing mind

They left us hostage in the streets
And they attacked us where we sleep
When all I wanted was some piece
So let's go get 'em where they creep