Nights Of The Living Dead

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Nights Of The Living Dead

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Well the high school kids are all fucked up Touching each other, oh my god Yeah 40 ounces is never enough We wanna pass out in your yard, we wanna pass out Dressing in drag, your best friend's clothes While boys kiss boys in hotel rooms Well just when we thought we were no longer lost They kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta So it's Friday night down on North Avenue Where the gas station parking lot prostitutes All try to fix their hair in the rear-view mirrors You know we're just trying to get to the club And shake our asses A caravan of kids, a big old mess On an old wooden dock, yeah we're bored to death We got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes We're gonna end up screaming about some midnight garage sale So god, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead? God, put down your hand I'm not listening But the microphone cut off So we're screaming at the top of our lungs We are born so fresh, a golden prize Until you scrape that knee and quickly realized That you're lost in a fog on the way to death Oh, a big black line, a thick black line So you better speak up, better raise that voice Come on, scream loud, all you girls and boys Let's get wild, wild, wild, Let's rejoice Come on, come on I wanna hear that fucking noise! Oh, the push and pull of everything Oh, this nightmare of electricity We are the living dead, yeah the living dead That's the way it is, that's the way it's always been Oh, that snake slithered past my house today Oh, I heard he caught you on a dark highway No, the cracks in the board they just cooled into a storm I could still hear the sound of the rolling thunder Thunder! God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead God, put down your hand we're not listening God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead I said, God put down your hand we're not listening (Oh we never were) I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up I wanna fuck it up And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel

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