Hush Little Baby

Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna make sure the undead die

And if the risen don’t expire
Mama's gonna set them all on fire

And if their corpses don't combust
Mama's gonna make them eat her dust

And if they somehow still survive
Mama's gonna bust out her 45

And if those creatures don’t go down
Mama's gonna fire another round

And those bastards cling to life
Mama's gonna pull out her hunting knife

And if they somehow still remain
Mama's gonna stab them in the brain

And if those monsters don't expel
Mama's gonna grab you and run like hell

And if the dead catch up with me
Well, I guess we're gonna be history