Letra Nights Of The Living Dead de Tilly And The Wall

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Tilly And The Wall


Nights Of The Living Dead
Tilly And The Wall
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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
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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