The war is really hateful.
Another head hangs lowly;
Child is slowly taken;
And the violence caused such silence;
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me;
It's not my family;
In your head, in your head;
They're fighting!
With their tanks, and their bombs;
And their bombs, and their guns;
In your head, in your head;
They're crying!
In your head! In your head!
Zombie! Zombie! Zombie-ie-ie!
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie! Zombie! Zombie-ie-ie-ie-oh!
Another mother's breaking;
Heart is taken over.
When the violence causes silence;
We must be mistaken.
It's the same old theme;
Since 1916!
In your head, in your head;
They're still fighting!
With their tanks, and their bombs;
And their bombs, and their guns;
In your head, in your head!
They're dying!
In your head! In your head!
Zombie! Zombie! Zombie-ie-ie!
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie! Zombie! Zombie-ie-ie- ie-oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hey-oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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