Night Of The Living Dead

INTRO: Dm [I think]

C

Well the high school kids they're all fucked up.

A

Touching each other, oh my god.

C

Yeah and forty ounces was never enough.

A

We want to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out.

C

Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes,

A

while boys kissed boys in hotel rooms.

C

Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost

A G

they kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta.

C

So it's Friday night down on North Avenue,

A

where the gas station parking lot prostitutes

C

tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors.

A

You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses.

C

A caravan of kids, some big old mess,

A

on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death.

C

We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes.

A

We're going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale.

C G A

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

C G A

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

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The microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs.

C

We are born so fresh, a golden prize,

A

until you scrape that knee and quickly realize

C

that you're lost in a fog on your way to death.

A

Oh a thick black line, a thick black line.

C

So you better speak up, better raise that voice.

A

Come on, scream loud all you girls and boys.

C

Let's get wild, wild, wild. Let's rejoice.

A G

C'mon, c'mon. I want to hear that fucking noise.

C A

Oh the push and pull of everything, oh this nightmare of electricity.

C

We are the living dead, yeah the living dead.

A

That's the way it is. That's the way it's always been.

C

Oh that snake slithered past my house today.

A

Oh I heard he caught you on a dark highway.

C

No the clouds didn't part they just grew into a storm.

A

I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder.

C G A

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

C G A

God put down your hand we're not listening.

C G A

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

C G A

I said, God put down your hand we're not listening. Oh we never were.

C

I want to fuck it up.

A [repeat until you’re happy]

I want to fuck it up.

C

I feel so alive.

A [repeat until you’re alive]

I feel so alive.

C

And I feel.

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