We all know how to survive a Zombie apocalypse in America but what about our beloved Metropolis?
A guide to surviving a London based disaster is below, as is an audio link.
Zombie apocalypse, London town
Deaths tolls up, but house prices down,
From Mayfair to Shoreditch, buildings are vacant
Schools have no children,
Doctors no patients
The living dead have taken the streets
Mumbling, shuffling, searching for meat
As I look out on London
From the top of the Shard
I can see all the way through to old Scotland Yard
In Hackney, dead hipsters, their skin white and ashen
Strut their stuff in tight jeans, still adhering to fashion
Quiffs styled in blood, they dance to the tune
Of the dub step of death, beneath the red moon.
In the city, dead hippies have taken St Pauls
And eaten the rich, who all hid in their halls
Even now, there’s a crowd massed up by the Gherkin
Seeking out the last banker, said to be lurking
Up high in the sky, but his money won’t save
His skin from these zombies who crawled from the grave
Strange how they target him even in death
Maybe there’s still some intelligence left
In the west end, the chic and glamorous search
For the last of the tourists, all left in the lurch
By this change in the British, not normally rude
Now we rip you apart and use you for food.
Look! A man in Green Park ismaking a dash
For a boat on the river, but quick as a flash
A crowd of dead models has caught him and well
If the devil wears prada, then he’s now in hell.
In Buckingham palace the Queen and the Prince
Have eaten the government, mashed up in mince
They’ve gone through the parties, every M.P.
So now, you could say we’re a true monarchy
I look out from my haven, on the dead in the street
All searching for sustenance, hooked on the beat
Of a dance Macabre, Necropolis tune
That throbs and spills from that red harvest moon
It haunts me each night, it won’t go away
It’s there in my dreams, it whispers some day
Some day you’ll be like them, Some day you’ll be mine
You’ll eat flesh for your bread and blood for your wine
Well that’s not going to happen, I won’t play to that song
So here’s my decision, whilst my will is still strong
One more glass of wine and a last cigarette
Then straight off the edge of the Shard, no regrets!