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Ghost town, walk among the zombies Facedown, their eyes are never on me Backs up to the wall Plugged into a pocket Sigh, might as well just die I could try to emulate the brain-dead But I get sick and tired of the radio Buzzing like a hornet in the playpen I’ll unplug, feel my head, feel alright Get down, set yourself on fire Strong crowd to walk you to the pyre Don’t be who you are, they’d rather see your riot Sigh, I don’t like my mind I would like to medicate the brain-dead But I get sick and tired in the waiting room Keep me so unwell that I’m your best friend Nice and quiet, well-behaved, I’m alright Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah