I'm the inner city zombie
I'm on tin canned energy
I'm the inner city zombie
Waste age generation chic

I'm the inner city zombie
Every bar is heaven sent
I'm the inner city zombie
I eat dogs and now payed rents

I'm the inner city zombie
Every day is halloween
I'm the inner city zombie
Hear me howlin' through the streets
Bombed out seven days a week
Empty bank accounts a curse

Can't think of anything worse
It's an enemy
It's the worst
Life can't really get much worse

I got big enemies
Empty bank accounts are hell
My bank accounts my enemy

I got one big enemy
Every bar is heaven sent
Dog food days and even payed rents


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