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