head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken; And the violence caused such silence; Who are we mistaken? But you see, it’s not me; It’s not family; In your head, in your head; They’re fightin’! With their tanks, and their bombs; And bombs, and guns; In your head, in your head; They’re cryin’!
In your head! In your Zombie! Zombie! Zombie-ie-ie! What’s in your head, in your head? Zombie! Zombie! Zombie-ie-ie-ie-oh!
Another mother’s breaking; Heart is taken over. When the violence causes We must be mistaken. It’s the same old theme; Since 1916! In your head, in your head; still With their tanks, and their bombs; And their bombs, and their guns; In your head, in your head! They’re dyin’!
In your head! In your head! Zombie! Zombie! What’s in head, in your head? Zombie! Zombie! Zombie-ie-ie-ie-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hey-oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.