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letra de zombies pt. 2 black ops - borderline disaster

[hook]
kino der toten, the theater is broken (beware, beware)
in the pentagon, ‘five’, striving to stay alive (beware, i’m scared)
dead ops zombie arcade, free myself from restraints
h-llhounds back again, i fear, this will never end

[verse 1]
got my t-t-ticket
to kino un toten
it’s broken down, let’s fix it
i’m hoping that we can get this
power up, the four of us are back in action
grabbin’ weapons, but none of them can measure to the mystery box
let’s head upstairs, beware
there’s no good spots to back up
sit tight, the fight has just begun
the zombies have overrun
once again, i’m lost
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
open a few more doors to restore the power to save my life
finally, the back stage, pull the switch, let’s play
oh my god, seems so familiar again
that same old switch and
hunting for that mystery box again
luckily i have the illuminated map, my friend
let’s all just back into a corner, where we’re always stronger
slaying zombies searching for a crawler
this haunted theater scares the sh-t out of me
hoping to recieve a thunder clap
evaporating all the undead i see
quick, pack-a-punch in the projecter room, not a moment to soon
then right outside broadside the theater doors
in the alleyway and i must pray
swig of vodka, zombie birthday, here’s a frag to the face

[verse 2]
jfk, it’s time, back from the dead
shot to the head, return the favor
zombies break into the pentagon
whip out you -rs-nal with the push of a b-tton
in the center of a meeting room
godd-mn give me the clearance for security
the undead show no time for scrutiny
these elevators will do the trick
two-fifty trip, down down we go
depths of the pentagon where no one knows
no one goes for a reason
experiments gone wrong; nova six
slipped, fell a catastrophe, oh well
starting over again, castro
who knows, gonna grab me a cuban, pull the lever, let’s go
so i’m downstairs, stuck in the chemical zombie (warfare)
gotta head upstairs, activate, defcon 5 awaits
by the way, the telephone rang
em called back and we ‘won’t back down’
the pentagon thief runnin’ all around
50 bullets in his head and he’s on the ground
dropped the tag to the firesale
pack-a-punch now cheap as h-ll
these f-cking zombies, no longer n-z-s
freeze these f-cks and blow them up
call the elevator and take me up
reload the clip annd drink to this
one last stand, this is the end
how come the zombies always win?

[verse 3]
i’m blown back to 8-bit, silverback’s gone apesh-t
flamethrower prison break, bonus room for my keepsakes
yet another decides my fate
we better team up before it’s too late
(2x)

- borderline disaster

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