The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose

In the teeming Temple of the Railroad Kings

He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase

Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things

But I can't bring myself to look

Wake up Zombie write yourself another book

You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout

Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer

Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow

In time you can turn these obsessions into careers

While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding

for their tears

But I can't bring myself to look

Wake up Zombie

Get yourself off the book

You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout

Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll

Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola

Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota

Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah

Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

Any day now a giant insect mutation

Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden

Starting out with all of the sensitive ones

Better make like a fly if you don't want to die

Look out there goes Gordon

But I can't bring myself to think

Wake up Zombie

Kick up a big stink

You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout