cereal zombies

They are eating my brain in the mornings
But there’s no morning, just the sun, the sun, the sun
And a portrait of the Pope on the refrigerator
And your name’s broken on the pavement, scattered all around

I live in canned goods and fertilizer
And I carry botulism but make her plants revive, revive botulism in the plants, botulism plants revive
They are eating my brain in the mornings
And your name’s broken on the pavement, scattered all around

They flatter my intestines; yes they look so good tonight
A designer's gown of red, of red, of red, red red
I live in canned goods and fertilizer
And your name’s broken on the pavement, scattered all around

What will they do when I run out of supplies?
When there’s nothing but broccoli to feed their vain eyes, their vain eyes, their vain eyes

What will you do when I call your name at night

And your name’s broken on the pavement, scattered all around