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Nights Of The Living Dead Lyrics - Wild Like Children - Tilly And The Wall

Well, 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 the gas station parking lot prostitutes 

Tried 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 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 

 

God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead? 

God, put down your hand, we're not listening 

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 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 

C'mon, c'mon, 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 

 

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 feel so alive and I feel