well the high school kids
they're all fucked up
touching each other, oh my god
yeah 40 ounces was never enough
we wanna pass out in your yard
we wanna pass out
dressin in drag
your best friends clothes
while boys kiss boys in hotel rooms
oh and just when we thought
we were no longer lost
they kicked us out
into the dirty streets of atlanta

so it's friday night down on north avenue
where the gas station parking lot prostitutes
will try to fix their hair in our rear view mirrors
you know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses
a caravan and kids some big old ??? song
an old wooden dock
but we're bored to death
we got a bottle of wine
a fresh pack of smokes
we're gonna end up screaming about
some midnight garage sale

so god put down your gun
can't you see we're dead?
god put down your hand
we're not listening

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

we are born so fresh
a golden prize
until you scrape that knee
and quickly realize
that you're lost in the fog
on your way to death
oh a thick black 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 fucking 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
that snake slithered past my house today
oh i heard he caught you on a dark highway
and 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
i'm 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...