Представляем точный текст композиции "Nights Of The Living Dead" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tilly And The Wall . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Nights Of The Living Dead» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tilly And The Wall передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tilly And The Wall - "Nights Of The Living Dead"
Lyrics to Nights Of The Living Dead : Oh the high school kids theyre all fucked up Touching each other, oh my god Yeah and forty ounces was never enough We want to pass out in your yard We want to pass out Dressing in drag your best friends clothes While boys kissed 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 its Friday night down on North Avenue Where gas station parking lot prostitutes Tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors You know were just trying to get to the club and shake our asses A caravan of kids, some big old mess On an old wooden dock, oh were bored to death Weve got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes Were going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale So god, put down your gun, cant you see were dead' God, put down your hand, were not listening Oh, the microphone cut off so were screaming at the top of our lungs You are born so fresh, a golden prize Until you scrape that knee and quickly realize That youre lost in a fog on your way to death Oh a thick black line, a thick black line So you better speak up, better raise that voice Come on, scream loud all you girls and boys Lets get wild, wild, wild, lets rejoice Come on, come on I want to 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 Thats the way it is Thats the way its always been Oh that snake slithered past my house today Oh I heard he caught you on a dark highway No the clouds didnt part they just grew into a storm I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder (thunder!) God, put down your gun, cant you see were dead' God, put down your hand, were not listening God, put down your gun, cant you see were dead' I said, god, put down your hand, were not listening Oh, we never were I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel [ Nights Of The Living Dead Lyrics ]
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