I Wandered Like A Zombie

Patrick Cannell © 2014

Many a time I wandered like a zombie,
Down through the avenues that twist like rope,
That twist like thickly knotted rope.
Many a time I woke while out sleep walking,
Stood in the dark, butt naked, frozen cold
Like I was fifty seconds old.

Many people are so easily led.
Many people are almost dead.
Toll the bell. Toll the bell.

Everybody's out in their pyjamas,
Blind to the world around their sleepy heads,
Around their unquestioning heads.

Many people are so easily pleased.
Many town criers are now deceased.
Toll the bell. Toll the bell.

What shall we do with Rip Van Winkle?
Put him in the shower and give him a sprinkle,
Give the lad some air.

Many people are so easily bled.
Many people are almost dead.
Toll the bell. Toll the bell.