Where Was You

It goes, step one: wake up, but my brain won't
Chain smoke, worry 'bout the stuff that I don't have
Step two: work a job that I hate, let the day burn
Gotta earn the money that I owe back
Step three: turn the screen on and stare at it
Worry 'bout all the things I gotta get done
Step four: lie awake in a sheer panic 'til I fall asleep
I guess if I was honest I wanted for something more but ignored it
And now the thought of it sorta just seems far fetched
I was brought up and taught I should just be normal
Cause boredom will help afford all the mortgage on this apartment
Yeah my home, my apartment, hardwood floors, white walls, nice armchairs
Large bed, IKEA, all 500 square feet of proof I'm a success
No kids, no partners, no darn pets, no time, only friends are in past tense
The neighbours up stairs never stay up past ten
I feel passed tense, yeah the stress is constant
I never travelled the world I was delayed
I got a Japanese sword I bought off eBay
I got the best TV on the market
At night I watch a high def pixelated sunset
News flash, an eruption, something about the undead, fuck this
I was trying to watch something
Hit the off button, I got things I gotta get done
I said where was you when the dead come walking? (x4)
It's like, where was I?
Probably caught up in this head of mine
A pair of cartoon eyes with the dollars signs
So I don't really notice shit going on at times
So while the living and the dead - they were swapping sides
I was occupied, thinking about my job and what I wanna buy
It's all my fault and I apoligise
I didn't even notice there was something wrong
'Til I thought "Shit, where has everybody gone?"
It's like the thought made me wake up
I look around the office every cubicle was vacant
Put my coffee down, man they must be all on break
The first thought I had is "somebody's getting a pay cut"
Photocopier is screaming at me out of paper
And there's no one here to blame so I need to get some A4
Hey yo this ain't what I get paid for
Then I see 'em crawling in via the escape door
It was a flood full of teeth, face like a friend
Eyes like a frozen fish, arms outstretched
Shell made of of suit and tie
Looking like upright death on its lunch break
They never knew where they came from
They couldn't figure what the strain was
Baton down the hatches and fuel up the chain saws (x2)
They came pouring in like a bull in a china shop
Grabbed whatever items that I could find just to fight 'em off
Made it out of the office not sure if I was alive or not
But for the first time I was leaving work before five o'clock
Made it home, picked the phone up and tried to dial the cops
Line was off, meanwhile they're filling up the entire block
Outside door ain't gonna hold up with this tiny lock
I have gotta get it sealed up tighter than an iron vault
Looked around to find something to use to barricade it
But it's tougher to choose
Cause all I see are price tags on the stuff in this room
It's too good for loose wood and a couple of screws
I'm torn, but what the fuck for?
Worried about my uninsured stuff while the dead are clawing at the front door
It's just a chair just a table
These four fucking walls were my life, I won't let 'em be my grave too
Go to plan B, turned the oven on, let the gas leak
Grabbed the canned feed from the pantry
Put it in a bag with a canteen like I'm going camping
Reached for the antique sword from the wall
Heard the stampede burst through the door
Struck a match, lit the lounge suite
Climbed to the balcony
Dead hands trying to grab me
As I scaled down three stories to the firm ground
Step one: wake up in a new world
No fixed abode, I scavenge and I move on
Step two: every day I manage a few blocks
Streets full of teeth so I travel by the rooftops
Step three: keep my mind and my sword sharp
Try to help survivors but always check 'em for bite marks
Step four: try to stay alert at all times
Surrounded by death but I've never felt more alive