The Walking Dead کے بول

She was a beauty queen Now her face looks like a skull Been used for everything Now her eyes are blank and dull She has a broken heart she's wearing on He fought your oil wars Bled the American way Sent him home in shock and awe How could could you ship his job away? He was a broken heart He's wearing on his tattered sleeve They are the Walking Dead More coming every day They are the Walking Dead Crack house and sleeping on the street Living in the bottle and the bag There but for the Grace of God go I Tossed aside like some old deity rag He has a broken heart She's wearing on her tattered sleeve They are the Walking Dead More coming every day They are the Walking Dead And they won't go away They are the Walking Dead More coming every day They are the Walking Dead And they won't go away They are the Walking Dead More coming every day They are the Walking Dead And they won't go away