This Song Is About Being Lyrics

We need a doctor.
They're coming in through the windows
and breaking through all the boards I nailed up.
They look like they've been through hell and back
and have one thing on their minds.
We need a plan.
Just get a gun, we'd better run.
They found a hole in the basement door.
They're coming up through the floor boards.
I got enough ammo but I should have prayed for more guts.
I don't care what you think I just care how you shoot.
They don't care who you are they just care how sweet the blood.
Someone send in the troops get a plane in the air
we need emergency help whatever you can fucking spare.
(I don't fucking care.)
I'm on my own now, oh god I'm on my own.
They got a hold of me now.
It's all over.