((So, wrote this up; pop punk song. Meant to be taken tongue-in-cheek, I guess.))
[marching drumbeat, before bass and guitar riff comes in.]
I wake to the sound of sirens wailing,
Turn on my laptop,
Take out a cereal bar,
Wait for the screen to light up.
Get on the Internet,
Message all my friends,
I guess I could call them that.
Yeah, yeah,
Listen to music I downloaded,
Went out of fashion last week,
Gotta replace it,
Can’t risk someone seeing.
Watch a movie I got from torrent,
Just to drool over everyone’s heartthrob,
I might have signed my warrant but,
Gotta keep up,
Can’t risk falling behind.
March to the beat,
Of somebody else’s drum,
Dance to the song,
From somebody else’s mouth,
Not a trend-setter,
Follow the leader,
Never popular,
No shred of me left,
Zombie! Zombie!
I’m a modern zombie.
I lost seven pounds this month,
But nobody cared.
Slimmed down just to fit in,
But nobody stared.
I know all the tunes,
That the cool kids like,
I love all the cute guys,
On screen or on the mic,
People ask me,
What I wanna do,
But I don’t know, I don’t know,
What’s cool?
March to the beat,
Of somebody else’s drum,
Dance to the song,
From somebody else’s mouth,
Not a trend-setter,
Follow the leader,
Never popular,
No shred of me left,
Zombie! Zombie!
I’m a modern zombie.
Look like everyone else,
Flick through the popular mags,
Try to find a good hairstyle,
With a matching handbag,
I don’t want to show the real me,
She’s so lame,
I’m fine being a zombie,
Being just the same.
March to the beat,
Of somebody else’s drum,
Dance to the song,
From somebody else’s mouth,
Not a trend-setter,
Follow the leader,
Never popular,
No shred of me left,
Zombie! Zombie!
March to the beat,
Of somebody else’s drum,
Dance to the song,
From somebody else’s mouth,
Crush on the boys,
Of somebody else’s heart,
Laugh at the ones,
Who differ from the horde,
Not a trend-setter,
Follow the leader,
Never popular,
No shred of me left,
Zombie! Zombie!
March to the beat,
Of somebody else’s drum,
Dance to the song,
From somebody else’s mouth,
Crush on the boys,
Of somebody else’s heart,
Laugh at the ones,
Who differ from the horde,
Not a trend-setter,
Follow the leader,
Never popular,
No shred of me left,
Zombie! Zombie!
I’m a modern zombie.
