Big Dead Flower Bed
Red carpet I'm alive at the market
Cheap aftershave I don't get paid
Life's a bore sometimes
Don't ignore the signs, existential thoughts fuck me up at night
Microwaved meat, gully spit lines the streets
Act the tough eejit, gotta grow up a bit
Gotta grow up a bit, yeah grow up a bit
Do shit now in dodge of a big error
Dread, dread, dread, dread
Sleeps beside me in my bed
Dread, dread, dread, dread
Sleeps beside me in my bed
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead flowers line the flower beds
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead
I see brains a smooth as fist sized earths
I see happy people say that they're hurt
I see people who are scared to be people
Retarded zombies, copy paste copy paste
I see, absenteeism at its finest
Apathetic lairy group behind us
On the silent sidelines I'm staring
Searching for seekers with mirrors moral hygiene
Dread, dread, dread, dread
Sleeps beside me in my bed
Dread, dread, dread, dread
Sleeps beside me in my bed
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead flowers line the flower beds
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead
Try find a saviour willing to save
Try find a booklet without a page
Cheap aftershave I don't get paid
Life's a bore sometimes
Don't ignore the signs, existential thoughts fuck me up at night
Microwaved meat, gully spit lines the streets
Act the tough eejit, gotta grow up a bit
Gotta grow up a bit, yeah grow up a bit
Do shit now in dodge of a big error
Dread, dread, dread, dread
Sleeps beside me in my bed
Dread, dread, dread, dread
Sleeps beside me in my bed
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead flowers line the flower beds
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead
I see brains a smooth as fist sized earths
I see happy people say that they're hurt
I see people who are scared to be people
Retarded zombies, copy paste copy paste
I see, absenteeism at its finest
Apathetic lairy group behind us
On the silent sidelines I'm staring
Searching for seekers with mirrors moral hygiene
Dread, dread, dread, dread
Sleeps beside me in my bed
Dread, dread, dread, dread
Sleeps beside me in my bed
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead flowers line the flower beds
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead
Try find a saviour willing to save
Try find a booklet without a page
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Writer(s): Dean Keogh
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