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gone insane
They've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much

Without fulfillin' reality; too greedy and
Can't
behind bars
We've already gone insane
They've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much
Without fulfilling reality;
tonight
And it's love by illusion (all right)
When you're out there, out there (x4)
When you're out there

Up there on the table there's a different
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
pull the gun because they want to be stars
Snatching up your life into the blink of an eye
And if you see your cloning on a street walking by
Keep you
the street
Like some terrible CACOPHONY
It cuts through the walls of your bedroom and haunts your dreams

But don't you cry
I'll sing you a lullaby
But by
weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy

I got to keep on walking on the road
charity
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy

[Hook]
Say!
We got
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy

I got to keep on walking
jeopardize my seed, dead up, I leave you wet up"
On the block, a flock of zombies entranced
By the peddlers of temporary ghetto heaven had him fed up
His job
this trouble?
For beige-blandish citizens,
Clutching the rubble
Of vanishing dreams
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of creative confusement!
you`re slammed up braindead and change the(?)
The American Dream becomes the whole world's nightmare
Our future home - Nothing but a war of the classes
got yo-seff qu
Ome 'spensive educashnin' goin' fo ya!

Evil prince:
Oh yeah! oh yeah! heh-heh! saint loomis! damn! some de zomby-folk up de lab-mo-tory
Serve a couple tables and I’m off on my Bianchi
I’m outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me
Money, money, money all they ever fucking say
I