I imagine I'd get Sweet Little Sister - Skid Row, for the sake of nostalgia. It'd remind everyone of me.
Otherwise I'd so have Born To Die (Love song for the zombie apocalypse). Written by a friend of mine and soon to be recorded by us both, to the tune of "I Will Survive" because we're suckers for irony.
Born To Die.
At first I was afraid, I was scared to take the dive
I clung too hard to everything that kept me half alive
But then I took, a final gasping breath
And leapt into, the cold embrace of Death.
And I look out, at this cracked and dying land
All my life I tried, but now I understand
Without my life, I've found a brand new way to be
And a place, for a necrophilia tendency.
'Cause I know I, I know that I was born to die
There's no need, for me to stand and lie
I'm gonna be, hunched to one side and proudly cry
I will not hide, for I was born to die.
And now I'm grey, but that doesn't bother me.
I'm a lurcher, it's how I nurture, can't you see.
And I can see, written in the sky
Past the bio-hazard poisons and the burning in my eye
There's a place, a place for you and I
And plan to set us free, a plan to let us fly.
'Cause I know I, I know that I was born to die
There's no need, for me to stand and lie
I'm gonna be, hunched to one side and proudly cry
I will not hide, for I was born to die.
We're gonna bring, down the last of the human race.
Obliterate the bastards, leave the earth without a trace
Of the life which once clung to this soil
And create a haven for life beyond the mortal coil
And now there's no-one to bring me down and ask me why.
No-one to keep us apart my dear, and stop me reaching high.
I lie in your slightly fermented arms and it almost makes me cry
For I know we, I know that we were born to die.