Lirik Lagu Nights of The Living Dead - Tilly And The Wall
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Oh the high school kids they're all fucked upTouching each other, oh my godYeah and forty ounces was never enoughWe want to pass out in your yardWe want to pass outDressing in drag your best friend's clothesWhile boys kissed boys in hotel roomsOh and just when we thought we were no longer lostThey kicked us out into the dirty streets of AtlantaSo it's Friday night down on North AvenueWhere gas station parking lot prostitutesTried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrorsYou know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our assesA caravan of kids, some big old messOn an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to deathWe've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokesWe're going to end up screaming about some midnight garage saleSo god, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?God, put down your hand, we're not listeningOh, the microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungsYou are born so fresh, a golden prizeUntil you scrape that knee and quickly realizeThat you're lost in a fog on your way to deathOh a thick black line, a thick black lineSo you better speak up, better raise that voiceCome on, scream loud all you girls and boysLet's get wild, wild, wild, let's rejoiceCome on, come onI want to hear that fucking noiseOh the push and pull of everythingOh this nightmare of electricityWe are the living dead, yeah the living deadThat's the way it isThat's the way it's always beenOh that snake slithered past my house todayOh I heard he caught you on a dark highwayNo the clouds didn't part they just grew into a stormI 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 listeningGod, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?I said, god, put down your hand, we're not listeningOh, we never wereI want to fuck it upI want to fuck it upI want to fuck it upI want to fuck it upI want to fuck it upI want to fuck it upI want to fuck it upI want to fuck it upAnd I feel so aliveAnd I feel so aliveAnd I feel so aliveAnd I feel so aliveAnd I feel so aliveAnd I feel so aliveAnd I feel so aliveAnd I feel so aliveAnd I feel
