Bangin’ in the Apocalypse (Inspired by the movie Sean of the Dead)

Woke up hungover, pants on my head

Flatmate bit me nah, just kidding, he's dead

Zombies outside but I need a smoke

Mom's baking brains and I'm losing hope

Grabbed my cricket bat, time to go berserk

Beat a biter down outside of work

Called up Ed, he's stoned as hell

Still tried to sell weed to a rotting Michelle

We're bangin' in the apocalypse

Two beers deep and we're swingin' hips

At the Winchester, shots and brains

Zombie guts on windowpanes

Said "I love you" mid-decay

Then fingered in a hideaway

'Cause baby, the world's gone dead

But I still want head

Pete's in the shower, dick out, moanin'

Tried to eat Ed's ass, now he's bonin'

We're runnin' through the streets like a GTA game

While Liz is pissed I forgot her name

Jukebox blares "Don't Stop Me Now"

While I smash undead like holy cow

Drunk as tits, but my aim is true

Hit a grandma with a barstool too

We're bangin' in the apocalypse

Lube made of beer and Dorito chips

Tried to go down but she bit my face

Guess even oral ain't safe in this place

Still did it though YOLO, right?

Now I'm half-chubbed and half in fright

Baby, your flesh is startin' to shed...

But damn you look good in red

When the world goes to hell...

You don't need a plan.

You need a pub.

And maybe a condom.

(Or not. It's the end times.)

Mom got bit, Dave's a prick

Tried to feed him to the horde real quick

Zombies circle, things get tight

Still found time for a quickie in the night

Grenade in the jukebox, blood on tap

I'm like James Bond if he smelled like crap

Final stand, one last brew

Told Liz I'd eat her brains if she chewed mine too

We're bangin' in the apocalypse

End-of-days with apocalypse nips

It's not cheating if the world's gone bust