night of the living dead

[opinion1208]

we are born so fresh a golden prize
until you scrape that knee and quickly realize
that you're lost in a fog on the way to death
for a big fat 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 wanna hear that fuckin 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
and oh that snake slithered past my house today
oh i heard he caught you on a dark highway
no the clouds didn't pour
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 wanna fuck it up and i feel so alive and i feel.