This one's still a bit of a work-in-progress: two almost-finished verses and I think the chorus is good to go except for the end of it. Rand came up with the title. It's a silly, tongue-in-cheek description of how I feel every time I watch or read any post-apocalyptic dystopian fiction.

No tune yet, but if anyone remembers the novelty song "Second Week of Deer Camp" from the 80s, that's the sort of rhythm that's been playing in my head as I've been working with these lyrics.

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Some people have a plan in place For when disaster strikes Storing food and guns and medicine La la lalalala But I’m not going to do all that I’m just not built that way So if the end is coming, leave me here I'd rather die today

Chorus: I don’t want to fight the zombie hordes Or face Immortan Joe I’m not the type to lalala I'm short and rather slow My asthma just might kill me If I survive the [night] So just walk away and let me be I'll lalalalala

I’m too old to be a handmaid I can’t hotwire a car I’m useless with a weapon And I (something far?) I don’t know how to hunt or fight I get migraines when it storms [And we need two lines to finish this verse]

Chorus

Another verse? Bridge? We'll see what happens!