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