Tilly And The Wall

Tilly And The Wall - Nights Of The Living Dead songtekst

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Oh the high school kids they're all fucked up

Touching each other, oh my god

Yeah and forty ounces was never enough

We want to pass out in your yard

We want to pass out

Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes

While boys kissed boys in hotel rooms

Oh and 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 gas station parking lot prostitutes

Tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors

You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses

A caravan of kids, some big old mess

On an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death

We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes

We're going to 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, we're not listening

Oh, the microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs

You are born so fresh, a golden prize

Until you scrape that knee and quickly realize

That you're lost in a fog on your way to death

Oh a thick 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 want to 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 clouds didn't part they just grew into a storm

I can 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 want to fuck it up

I want to fuck it up

I want to fuck it up

I want to fuck it up

I want to fuck it up

I want to fuck it up

I want to fuck it up

I want to 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
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