Текст и слова песни Last Martyrs Of A Lost Cause – Nightlife Of The Living Dead
I've been going through life
Like I'm not even alive
Even the living dead have a nightlife
And I'm stuck inside on a saturday night
Telling myself lies about how I'm doing alright
I feel like I'm six feet underneath the place I left behind
And these days I'm just a haunting case of social suicide
I'm through another night
Without a thing in sight
Except a bottle and plans to live life
And I've done some things that would leave you surprised
I've done them right before your eyes
I feel like I'm six feet underneath the place I left behind
And these days I'm just a haunting case of social suicide
Like I'm not even alive
Even the living dead have a nightlife
And I'm stuck inside on a saturday night
Telling myself lies about how I'm doing alright
I feel like I'm six feet underneath the place I left behind
And these days I'm just a haunting case of social suicide
I'm through another night
Without a thing in sight
Except a bottle and plans to live life
And I've done some things that would leave you surprised
I've done them right before your eyes
I feel like I'm six feet underneath the place I left behind
And these days I'm just a haunting case of social suicide
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