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Nights Of The Living Dead

アーティスト:Tilly and the Wall  アルバム:Wild Like Children 

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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 motel rooms well just when we thought we were no longer lost they kicked us out into the dirty streets of atlanta so its friday night down on north avenue where the gas station parking lot prostitutes 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 the old wooden dock, yeah we're bored to death got a bottle of wine and 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 you were born so fresh, a golden prize until you screamed at me 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 and raise that voice come on, scream out all you girls and boys let's get wild! wild! wild! its a choice come on, come on


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