An oth er head hangs low ly; child is slow ly tak (C)en.

And the vio lence caus es si lence.

Who are we mis tak (C)en?

But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my fam i ly.

In your head, in your head, they are fight (C)ing

with their tanks and their bombs and their guns and their drones.

In your head, in your head they are cry (C)ing.

What’s in your (Dm)head,

in your (Bb)head?

Zom bie, zom bie, zom bie, ee, ee.

What’s in your (Dm)head,

in your (Bb)head?

Zom bie, zom bie, zom bie, ee, ee, ee, oh.

An oth er moth er’s break ing heart is tak ing o (C)ver.

When the vio lence caus es si lence, we must be mis tak (C)en.

It’s the same ee, ee, ee, oh.

It’s the same old theme in two thou sand eight een.

In your head, in your head, they are dy (Bb)ing.

What’s in your (Dm)head,

in your (Bb)head?

Zom bie, zom bie, zom bie, ee, ee.

What’s in your (Dm)head,

in your (Bb)head?

Zom bie, zom bie, zom bie, ee, ee, ee, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hey.