Walking Dead Songtext
von The Prats

You′re not alive
Though you're not really dead
You don′t need a brain
Just a leash to be led
Although you're not canine
Yes it's certainly true
That you spend millions yearly
Feeding dogs just like you
You know they′re all just like you

We don′t want action
We want apathy instead
We'll be good to our masters
Till we′re old and we're dead


You watch the plays and
Your wives cook the meals
You have no emotion
′Cause you don't know how that feels
You read the papers
That always tell you the same
Is it ′cause they're witty and fashionable
Or 'cause they′re servile and tame
You know they′re servile and tame

'Cause we don′t want action
We want apathy instead
We'll be good to our masters
Till we′re old and we're dead

Till we′re old and we're dead
Till we're old and we′re dead
Till we′re old and we're dead
Till we′re old and we're dead

When you′re dead and you're gone
Who′ll God know your name?
If he's like one of you lot
He'll say they all look the same

But things could be different
If you sit back and think
But I know it won′t happen
Till you take off that mink

Till you take off that mink


We don′t want action
We want apathy instead
We'll be good to our masters
Till we′re old and we're dead

Till we′re old and we're dead
Till we′re old and we're dead
Till we're old and we′re dead
Till we′re old and we're dead