One Shot - Dan Bull

One shot, one shot

One shot, one shot

One shot, one shot

One shot

Let’s get to work

Look, I’m Leon Kennedy

A rookie cop on a new placement

Damn, this police station seems to have had a mutation

It needs a refurbished atrium and a new basement

And on closer inspection, it doesn’t seem too vacant

There’s zombies shambling, crawling all about the place

You should probably call an ambulance — your jaw is falling out your face

No hate, look, I’m just calling out mistakes

I’d hate the thought of all you ailing corpses crawling round in pain

So let me take you out your misery

A favour dealt for liberty

Euthanised between the eyes

Don’t pay me now 'cause this is free

I’m glad to be of service as an officer of the law

'Cause after me the cleaning workers will be mopping the fucking floor

Locking and boarding up the door while bodies are crawling up the wall

No number to call, the line’s been cut

We’re going to be slaughtered, that’s for sure

So do we respond proportionately or get all set up for war

And force it to a form of rawness humans never saw before?

One shot

The clock is ticking down

One shot

You’ve got to make it count

One shot

One bullet left

Finger on the trigger but I wouldn’t pull it yet

One shot

What’s happening to us?

One shot

It’s biohazardous

One shot

One last gamble

Who’s the one singing this song?

That’s Dan Bull

Opening lockers

Hoping the code will log us in properly

Reappropriating most the station’s property (oi)

I probably need it more than you do now

Got to sort this doo-doo out

What a naughty voodoo child (heh)

Hey, whatcha think about my new new style, eh?

This dude’s too irate

It’s no use to parlay

Right mate, you want to bite my neck?

I’ll chuck a right that might connect

That type of reckless action’s, not the type to get my respect

I keep my mind in check and see you as a minor threat

My mindset’s positive — can’t even see a minus yet

The blood spatters on the walls provide a shine effect

That’s kind of nice, I might redecorate my diner like it yet

I’m an internal designer with an infernal mind

I Feng Shui your internal organs 'til they’re no longer inside

Cut off the skin around your head

Entire person circumcised

Look, no need to thank me, sir or madam

As I serve with pride

One shot

The clock is ticking down

One shot

You’ve got to make it count

One shot

One bullet left

Finger on the trigger but I wouldn’t pull it yet

One shot

What’s happening to us?

One shot

It’s biohazardous

One shot

One last gamble

Who’s the one singing this song?

That’s Dan Bull

One shot, one shot

One shot, one shot

One shot, one shot

One shot, one shot