Damon Price - Zombie vs Plants

The moon comes up and the dead start to crawl,
Dragging their bones past the garden wall.
I got dirt on my hands and a fire in my chest,
Planting my line where they put me to the test.
They want my brain,
But they can't have my ground; I hold the green till the sun come around.
So root me down, let them come and awake.