Street Zombie
Street zombie standing outside
So fucked up that nothing matters
Getting cold no place to hide
Holey blue jeans mind in tatters
Someone stacked the deck on me
I don't care one I have a buzz
You pretend that you care
I know you don't that's just fine
I'm not betting on this hand
So fucked up that nothing matters
Getting cold no place to hide
Holey blue jeans mind in tatters
Someone stacked the deck on me
I don't care one I have a buzz
You pretend that you care
I know you don't that's just fine
I'm not betting on this hand
Credits
Writer(s): Rus Harper
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