[Verse 1]
I'm a legal veteran, but they call me Bill
And I'm a tough old guy on the ready to kill
And it's what I do best in the streets of my town
Killing off the living dead as I make my way around
And to make it even better, I'm a certified senior
And now you'll think twice before you call me a geezer
I can blow my way through zombies from Hawaii to Maine
So just stick by my side, and we'll complete this campaign

[Verse 2]
Hold up, you can't forget your man, Francis
My itchy trigger finger makes the zombies do dances
I'll keep all the undead from getting too bored
And I'm the only thing you need when you be fighting the horde
I agree that Bill is jacked, but he seems a little whacked
As old as he is, he might have a heart attack
So let me be your man if you wanna have fun
I'm known to the choke a Smoker with his own damn tongue

[Verse 3]
And fellas, remember you need a man with the brains
I'm your man, Louis and I got my hands on the reigns
Putting zombies in pain 'til they don't wanna face me
Driving zombies insane, 'cause they know that I'm tasty
But they can't touch this premeditated skill
I got a mind that thinks, and two hands to kill
And I can hunt the Hunter, make the Boomer boom
And if the Witch be bitchin', I'll decide her doom
[Verse 4]
Zoey's in the game, just take a break, boys
You got some Molotovs? Those are little kids toys
For the horde, I got a pipe bomb, I chuck it in the middle
Then I'll blow 'em all away, and I play 'em like a fiddle
No riddle why I'm best at putting the dead to rest
Pumping lead into their brains puts my soul at rest
If you want some help, you know I got the best rank
And I got more beast the the goddamn Tank

[Chorus]
Stick together as a group, we're a traveling troop
If we don't hang tight, we'll be zombie soup
We got differences, but we're still a team
We're just tryna find a way outa this bad dream
Killing off zombies is a god damned must
The undead are dead if they mess with us
I gotta stay strong, gotta keep my head
Because if I don't, we'll be left for dead