(My Immaculate)...This Song Is About Being Attacked By Monsters

We need a doctor, a fucking doctor
They're coming in through the windows
And breaking through all the boards I nailed up
They look like they've been through hell and back
They got just one thing on their minds

We need a plan, need a plan, need a plan
We need a plan, need a plan, need a plan, need a plan
We need a plan, need a plan, need a plan, need a plan
We need a doctor, a fucking doctor
Just get a gun, we'd better run

We need a doctor, a fucking doctor
They found a hole in the basement door
They're coming up through the floor boards
I got enough ammo but I should have prayed for more guts
I don't care what you think, I just care how you shoot
They don't care who you are
They just care how sweet the blood

We need a plan, need a plan, need a plan
We need a plan, need a plan, need a plan, need a plan
We need a plan, need a plan, need a plan, need a doctor
We need a doctor, a fucking doctor
Just get a gun, we’d better run
We need a doctor, a fucking doctor

Someone send in the troops, get a plane in the air
We need emergency help
Whatever you can fucking spare
I'm on my own now
I'm on my own now
Oh god I'm on my own

They got a hold of me now
It's all over