As the hordes sniff, rip, bite, and claw,layin bloody on boards split
from the shrapnel of four clips
moe szyslak is here til they fall,
serving beers as they yawn and eventually crawl,
out of my tavern its curtains for all,
certain to stall their rise I summize,
too stupid to think beyond the gloomy skies,
get ya head up and rise before you all die...