America has fallen, life now consists of walk and hide
I do what I can every day to keep my girl alive
But it’s hard to avoid the enemy when you're heard a mile away
Why must you wear those flip flops every fucking day?

No!

America has fallen, life now consists of run and hide
I do what I can every day to keep our group alive
But it’s hard to avoid the enemy when we are heard a mile away
Why must you wear those flip flops every god-damn day?

Cause you flip and you flop and you don’t stop
But if you flip and you flop, then your gonna drop
You flip and you flop and you don’t stop
It’s gonna be the death of you and then you’re gonna rot

Why did you have to wear such unsensible footwear?
Now it has led to your death
A self appointed fashion queen, they don’t even look good
Always falling behind in duress
You got snagged on a corpse and then you fell to the ground
Your feet were all blistered and sore
You got eaten by wolves so you’re no longer around
I guess that life ain’t a beach anymore

Tumbling, twisting, life is listless
I do what I can just to survive
But my girl’s feet are torn with lacerations
Stubbed toes and bacterial devastation
She really loves her flip flops
And I think it’s kind of dumb
Curse those fucking things, now I think it’s time to run

Why did you have to wear such unsensible footwear?
Now it has led to your death
A self appointed fashion queen, they don’t even look good
Always falling behind in duress
You got snagged on a corpse and then you fell to the ground
Your feet were all blistered and sore
You got eaten by cannibals so you’re no longer around
I guess that life ain’t a beach anymore

Cause you flip and you flop and you don’t stop
But if you flip and you flop, then your gonna drop
You flip and you flop and you don’t stop
It’s gonna be the death of you and then you’re gonna rot

Flip flop apocalypse, flip flop apocalypse, flip flop apocalypse
Flip flop apocalypse, you should know it ain’t worth it
Flip flop apocalypse, will leave you in major shit
Flip flop apocalypse, flip flop apocalypse, flip flop apocalypse
It’s gonna be the death of you and then you’re gonna rot