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Nights of the Living Dead Lyrics
Well, the high school kids, they're all fucked up
Touching each other, oh my god
Yeah, 40 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 kiss 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 the gas station parking lot prostitutes
Will try to fix their hair in our rear view mirrors
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses
A caravan and kids, some big old mess song
An old wooden dock but we're bored to death
We 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
We are born so fresh, a golden prize
Until you scrape that knee and quickly realize
That you're lost in the fog on your way to death
Oh, a thick black line, a thick black line
So you better speak up, better raise that voice
So come on, scream loud, all you girls and boys
Let's get wild, wild, wild, let's rejoice
So 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
And no, the clouds didn't pour, 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
Touching each other, oh my god
Yeah, 40 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 kiss 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
Where the gas station parking lot prostitutes
Will try to fix their hair in our rear view mirrors
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses
A caravan and kids, some big old mess song
An old wooden dock but we're bored to death
We got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale
Can't you see we're dead?
God put down your hand
We're not listening
So we're screaming at the top of our lungs
Until you scrape that knee and quickly realize
That you're lost in the fog on your way to death
Oh, a thick black line, a thick black line
So you better speak up, better raise that voice
So come on, scream loud, all you girls and boys
Let's get wild, wild, wild, let's rejoice
So come on, come on, I want to hear that fucking noise
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
And no, the clouds didn't pour, they just grew into a storm
I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder (thunder!)
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
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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Submitted by
mopnugget On Sep 20, 2004
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i think it's pretty much about how irreverant and useless youth is but at the same time how prevential and lively it is when you're young. plus, i mean, it's just got groovy lyrics.
p.s. their keyboardist totally pinched my ass! whoa!
abc55555, i disagree. the way the system works, in ways the world IS out to get you.
great lyrics. great tempo. :)
If it wasnt for the cliche sterotype that goes with highschool and being an angry teen and not giving a fuck about anything, very little bands would exhist.
this is my favorite song by them. this band is so cute. i love em.
the "????" in the lyrics should be the word MESS
This is also my favorite Tilly song. Mainly because the whole tap-dancer as percussionist thing isn't quite as annoying here. This song is like a musical coming of age story. I hope I never get too old to shout "I wanna fuck it up and I feel so alive!"
I agree that its a coming of age story..but I couldnt listen to the song again. its too much like a jackhammer in my head...
i saw these guys last night with BRIGHT EYES and i fell in love...how cool! i dont think the tap dancer as percussionist is annoying at all, i thought it was really neat!
personally i've always looked at the lyrics to this song and thought it was them being kind of sarcastic or they they wrote it as the state of mind of the average "rebellious" teenager. great song and great energy!
I Think the lyrics to this song are totally satirical.