You'll listen if I shout
Who cares what it's about?
Another thing that I don't need
Your bible's my record sleeve
I'm in your ear, then out your mouth
Mind bomb, the next is you
Rolls off your tongue, an easy out
Mind bomb, the next is you
On a site to check the scene
Is what you say still what you mean?
Selling cream for teenage jean
They're all still IDLE THREATS
Cause if a brick's been thrown
I haven't seen
It's in your head and out your mouth
Mind bomb, the next is you
Rolls off your tongue, but what are you about?
Mind bomb, the next is you.
Flags wave above a stagnant dream
There's ugly faces and patched fatigues
Don't mess around, We've got it,
nothing left to explore
Do you feel the same thing now that you did before?
Did it already get you?
no open arms just an open mouth
i guess im supposed to prove myself
you've been here and there and i don't care
but with any response i draw a stare
not gonna feel like your lab rat
in a rut again, they'll offer you twenty
when they know you cant payback ten
subtract the interest from your worth
they cuffed you to your job at birth
not gonna feel like your lab rat
im sick of this tease and flirt
sick of boring snobs in skirts
time to hit the bricks and have a laugh
so don't show unless youve got some class
im not gonna feel like your lab rat
buzzing blaring through my skull
the sun is up but i can't tell
sneak the covers down my nose
eyes are sore gotta keep 'em closed
call in, no i've gotta go
its quarter past the buzz was slow
on the clock
down vacant walks i trudge and stumble
can collector catch me mumble
this stupid job won't pay it's dues
gotta cuff their stuff for gain
cause minimum wage isn't much to lose
bussing blaring through your skull
the turnover rat is high in hell
pass the torch back and forth
sorry mom, but i quit that job
punching out and closing up
lets run amok the eve
pour some cups but they won't shut up
so theres piss in their listerine
and now weve gotta leave
punching out and closing up
we'll all meet at the park
boom-box blast and shattered glass
sound out in the dark
then someone's gotta start
punching out and closing up
we'll hang out just for a few
bored or boring no one's out
there's nothing else to do
and everything's old news
hit the sheets, hate the spins
tomorrow i'll wake up again
today was such a sight
for bloody red eyes
hungry from the pain nothing in your brain
alive again from the acid rain
crawl out of the sewer drain
we're animated skeletons
it's everyday life that keeps us zombified
we build out own doomsday
looking for some fun with eyes for everyone
gotta break out of this daze
cause we're the living dead
eat what you've fed, working living dead
go home to your box
lying in the dark, you know you played the part
you broke your back if you can't walk away
wish you could live it up
born spoon in mouth but i guess you're stuck
it's a great time to be buried alive
will you dig your way out?
you're living dead
and if these dead walk
these gravestone blocks
the survivors might see the night
that they lose their life
and they'll be the living dead
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