Stickman Cyclops - Kensington Avenue Zombies

She shook her ass in the air and danced all around
Focused on a single spot there on the sidewalk
Then the crackhead at the corner strolled on over to talk
But she didn't hear a sound, just fixated at the ground

In one hand she kept flinging an empty water bottle
Hoping for something to come along to fill inside
The out-of-town man in the taxi with his mouth all open wide
He just went on down the road at full throttle

Over at the park, the zombies were rolling in the grass
And one of them kept mooing like a cow
The others were oblivious or turned it off somehow
From one zombie's ear dangled a paper mask

In the corner two skinny zombies with faces twitching
Having a conversation, with little facial interaction
One hand digging through their pockets to make a transaction
The other hand scratching at whatever there is itching

Oh, there's zombies all around
Staring at the ground
Making an array of bizarre sounds
There's zombies everywhere
Picking at their skin
On Kensington Avenue, where do I begin?

And there's the Kensington Avenue drug injector
She stands beside a zombie with some sort of syringe
She likes to stick it in their necks; so unorthodox and fringe
The body language is open to conjecture

Some zombies they just sit around scratching at their leg
And lots of times their veins are swollen up now
Every now and then's a really good-looker somehow
The others are too messed up to notice anything

There's one statuesque zombie with her head hung down
One arm and leg bent; you can't see her face
She blends into the scene, fits right into place
And like so many zombies, just staring at the ground

That's right; there are zombies all around
Most just staring at the ground
Making an array of bizarre sounds
There are zombies everywhere
Scratching at their skin
On Kensington Avenue, will it ever end?

Some of it's amusing
But so much of it is sad
And some of it's ridiculous
But a lot of it really makes me mad
And all of it is really, really wrong
Really, really, really, really, really, really wrong
Just take a look at Kensington Avenue, if you listened to this song

Written by:
Joel Mitchell

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