Left 4 Dead (Acapella) (Explicit) (Acapella|Explicit)

作曲 : Dan Bull

作词 : Dan Bull

*Francis (JT Music):

Francis here

Can't stand it here

So if you happen to get a chance

Hand me beer

I'm a  man's man

Who never had a fear of vampires

Even now that they're here

Did you hear that, Bill? They're not zombies

Could werewolves be real now? Probably

Being confident is not ****y

Why are you guys alive?

'Cause you brought me

No cops or laws? I love anarchy

I'll throw a post-apocalyptic party

Start up a bar fight with some rotting bodies

Better get a bouncer if you want to stop me

I miss my hog, it was a Harley

Now I've got to walk, and I hate walking

Don't touch the vest, you might make a mess

And then i'll hate you 'cause i hate washing

I hate hospitals, plus the doctors in them

I hate subways, and all the tunnels with them

I hate graveyards and fish 'cause water is dumb

I hate Louis's stupid optimism

I hate sewers, I hate stairs

Hate helicopters, flying in the air

Hate elevators, Hate Ayn Rand

Insulaphobia

I hate islands!

Good thing I'm indestructible (Hell yeah!)

I'm an alpha male, untouchable (Hands off!)

Only demons that I'm comfortable with

Are Hell's Legion

'Cause I'm one, you know

Merry Christmas!

I get the job done with a shotgun like an action movie

I want to get tattoo of Bruce Campbell soon

Because that tat would be groovy!

*(Bonecage):

What you gonna do without a shotgun buddy?

Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain

Gun and stick

The dead are quick

Teamwork is the game

Hear the moaning in the walls

Smell the rotting of the flesh

*Louis (Daddyphatsnaps):

Come on, guys

Where are your positive ****s?

Uniting will keep us alive

Positive thoughts, guiding deposited shots

Right in the head 'til it's off

I.T. specialist, never a veteran

Now i am harrowin', severing festering flesh

Remembering work at a desk, now this whole Earth is a mess

I guess I'm here to uplift, but living in this is a trip

And one that we'll never forget

You think you know fear until your whole crew disappears

You're tasting the salt of your tears

And your only peers

Appear to be

Not of the living, and near

You flee

You're scared

Rightfully so

Tip toe, where can you silently go?

Nowhere

There is no privacy

Blows, taking their toll

Pace, it is starting to slow

Fear, it is rising

Knowing that there is no chance of reviving

And they're arriving

I would be lying if I didn't admit

But this is some terrible timing

So how do i face the dying?

You fire for the sake of firing

And driving a stake while smiling

Never a break, it's great surviving

Death isn't fate defying

Mauling and biting

Clawing and crying

We're rolling in deep, the four

And goring the streaks of hordes

We're killing elite, a corps

Even the score, beat them in war

*(Bonecage):

What you gonna do without a shotgun buddy?

Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain

Gun and stick

The dead are quick

Teamwork is the game

Hear the moaning in the walls

Smell the rotting of the flesh

What you gonna do without a shotgun buddy?

Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain

Gun and stick

The dead are quick

Teamwork is the game

*Zoey (Veela):

Little red checking in

Chicka in charge, aggro kicking in

Keeping up hard

Our goal, seeking it

Slinging in armed

Pistols akimbo

Let a man know: cupcake ain't sweet

Dash of trauma

Dash of freak

Yeah I can go

Sustained for weeks

Sip up Polanski, yeet

That schoolgirl fantasy man

It's gotta go, leave me alone

These jocks ain't on the team, man

They want to hold you so close

Make sure you fight the lean man

Or you won't be going home

A little chrome to the dome

And you're done if you don't get up

I never thought I would see

Half the stuff I've seen up until now

I wonder if dad's safe in heaven

I wonder if he hates me for not waiting to find out

I bet he'd survived if I let him

I know for a fact there was no chance for you, mama

I've been a mess since i just can't forget it

I'm scared

But i'm keeping that as my personal problem yeah

So I've got your back, boys

Let's get 'em!

*(Bonecage):

What you gonna do without a shotgun buddy?

Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain

Gun and stick

The dead are quick

Teamwork is the game

Hear the moaning in the walls

Smell the rotting of the flesh

*Bill (Dan Bull):

I'm Bill

A military vet

A colonel

So you better give me some respect (yes)

Never ready 'til I've lit a cigarette

I'll be hitting on the nicotine with every living breath

Down to the filter still we'll be burning

Like a spinning wheel and i will 'til i'm turning

Chill

These little human vermin

Are never going to Kill Bill, they're not Uma Thurman

I'm an old dog learning new tricks

I'll turn a zombie to a bit of goo in two ticks

The kind of injury that isn't something you fix

With a cute first aid kit or some glue sticks

Blaze up the defibrillator

'Cause i'm baking these brains like a big potato

Micturate on any ***** that plays up

But nevertheless if you're in a fix, I'll save you

I can't stand Francis, so i hope you'll understand my frankness

While we're being attacked there's no time to be unctuous

That man makes me so anxious

No shrapnel in Vietnam could have stopped me

Got back with a handful of medals and a shot knee

So i'll be damned if i'm going let a hungry zombie run me down

I'm a Humvee

Handle an M-16 like an em sixteen, no friendship needed

I wield it clean and then get mean (BRRRRAT)

Yeah it's pretty indiscreet, check it

I've been bringing this heat ever since the swinging sixties

Kids these days with their phones and their ripped jeans

Don't even know what they're missing

***** please!

*(Bonecage):

What you gonna do without a shotgun buddy?

Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain

Gun and stick

The dead are quick

Teamwork is the game

Hear the moaning in the walls

Smell the rotting of the flesh

What you gonna do without a shotgun buddy?

Bring a little pain with a shovel to the brain

Gun and stick

The dead are quick

Teamwork is the game