Ratchet - Zombie

Two nights ago
You were drenched in sweat
Knocking on my door
I had not heard it before

A zombie
Knocking at my door
A zombie
I think I
Recognize your face
I'm dreaming

No wishing well
Could get me out of this place
Knocking, screaming, scratching, eating
A living, breathing corpse

I ran upstairs
Got the cops on the phone
Send somebody over now
There's someone at my door
Bring a gun don't hesitate
Won't hold her anymore
And they hung up on me

A zombie
Knocking at my door
A zombie

I think I
Recognize your face
I'm dreaming

No wishing well
Could get me out of this place
Knocking, screaming, scratching, eating
A living, breathing corpse