I was at home
when the living dead came to town.
Faceless zombies, fresh from the grave.
Moaning for brains, (causing terror)
Ripping flesh, (shrieks fill the night)
Making a mess. (infuriating the street cleaners)
But that's how it is
when you live in Maine.
You just have to put up with it.
Cause and effect.
Cause: Maine is spooky.
Effect: Dead don't stay dead.
Why live there?