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Nights of the Living Dead by Tilly And The Wall
Nights 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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version 2
Into: G
C
Well the high school kids they're all fucked up
Am
Touching each other, oh my god.
C
Yeah and forty ounces was never enough.
Am
We want to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out.
C
Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes,
Am
while boys kissed boys in hotel rooms.
C
Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost
Am
they kicked us out into the dirty streets of
G
Atlanta.
C
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue,
Am
where the gas station parking lot prostitutes
C
tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors.
Am
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses.
C
A caravan of kids, some big old mess,
Am
on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death.
C
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes.
Am
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight
G
garage sale.
CHORUS
C G Am
God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead?
C G Am
God, put down your hand we're not listening.
Dm E
The microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs.
next verse is the same chords
chorus
let Am ring
Oh we never were.
C,Am,C, Am
I want to fuck it up.
I feel so alive.
And I feel.
end on C
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