It's the end of Camelot
  And if you're ready or not
  You can smell the rot of an army off zombies
  The whole world's shakin and the bones are breakin
  So don't you be mistaken 'cause we're setting the whole thing off
  It's you it's me
  Against an army of zombies
  The temperature's risin
  And the rhythm hypnotizing
  The beat is uniting
  A million people as one
  The bomb is detonating
  We're through delegating
  No more commiserating
  So shut your mouth and fight