My zombie friend:
Sure, he's held together by stitches,
Sure, he smells like a rot,
Sure, he falls apart sometimes,
Sure, he can't say much because his tongue is gone,
Sure, he's undead,
But he's still my zombie friend.
My zombie friend:
Sure, he's held together by stitches,
Sure, he smells like a rot,
Sure, he falls apart sometimes,
Sure, he can't say much because his tongue is gone,
Sure, he's undead,
But he's still my zombie friend.