| Song | The Zombie Song |
| Artist | Cool Hand Luke |
| Album | The Fires of Life |
| We're like zombies | |
| Like the walking dead | |
| With X's (excess) in our eyes | |
| And music in our heads | |
| We've forgotten | |
| Our first love | |
| And made it pictures | |
| Of crosses and doves | |
| Remember when we were real | |
| Back when we could feel? | |
| Once we were in this | |
| Now we're of this | |
| Jesus, turn these tables over | |
| We all follow | |
| But we're standing still | |
| Reciting dead words | |
| With hopeless zeal | |
| We're all preachers | |
| With our mouths closed | |
| Clothing messages | |
| In sugar coats | |
| Remember when we were real | |
| Back when we could feel? | |
| Once we were in this | |
| Now we're of this | |
| Jesus, turn these tables over | |
| I wanna hide beneath the pretty paint | |
| I wanna be okay with everything | |
| I wanna be transformed and stay the same | |
| I wanna be dry in the rain | |
| Remember when we were real | |
| Back when we could feel? | |
| Once we were in this | |
| Now we're of this | |
| Jesus, turn these tables over | |
| Running in this stupid circle | |
| Running in the stupid circle | |
| Our souvenirs won't be worth a single thing | |
| And Truth will never be “in” |
| We' re like zombies | |
| Like the walking dead | |
| With X' s excess in our eyes | |
| And music in our heads | |
| We' ve forgotten | |
| Our first love | |
| And made it pictures | |
| Of crosses and doves | |
| Remember when we were real | |
| Back when we could feel? | |
| Once we were in this | |
| Now we' re of this | |
| Jesus, turn these tables over | |
| We all follow | |
| But we' re standing still | |
| Reciting dead words | |
| With hopeless zeal | |
| We' re all preachers | |
| With our mouths closed | |
| Clothing messages | |
| In sugar coats | |
| Remember when we were real | |
| Back when we could feel? | |
| Once we were in this | |
| Now we' re of this | |
| Jesus, turn these tables over | |
| I wanna hide beneath the pretty paint | |
| I wanna be okay with everything | |
| I wanna be transformed and stay the same | |
| I wanna be dry in the rain | |
| Remember when we were real | |
| Back when we could feel? | |
| Once we were in this | |
| Now we' re of this | |
| Jesus, turn these tables over | |
| Running in this stupid circle | |
| Running in the stupid circle | |
| Our souvenirs won' t be worth a single thing | |
| And Truth will never be " in" |