I Am Not Dead (Yeah!)
Some days you don't even wanna wake-up
Eyes sting caked in last night's make up
You shouted at your girl now you hope you didn't break up
The light's all wrong but you can see you tore the place up
Up, rise, survey the damage that you done
You didn't think that you were drunk
But you were flippin hammered son
Acting like a phallus and generally embarrassing
You yourself and thee, but then who wouldn't wanna be...
You!
Look at all that sleep
Blessed in the West you're on top of the heap
You get to mess about like half of the week
So why you empathise with a song like Creep, huh?
Figga you're runnin it
Goose Top Gunnin it
You got a lully face there aint no need to stick a gun in it
Nah!
Eeny meeny mini moment you'll over it and winning
So just remember us when you're singing
I am not dead yeah!
I am not dead, yeah!
Three pints and a prostitute
I may not ever be as clever or as blessed as you
But I am not dead, yeah!
I got all freaked out when I figured out the people
That were running things
Were cannibals who treated us like animals
Refereed to us as useless eaters
Had made plans to beat us
Now they're all wrapped up like fajitas
I was like damn man this rubbish
Swore unto myself I would not rest until we had abolished
The Swine's programming, clean the slate like rags and polish
Take them d-d-bags to college, maybe we can kick some knowledge
Maybe there's a losing battle being fought among
A certain bunch of people who like talk and writing songs
Maybe we are wrong
Maybe we are French kissing with forked tongue
Maybe we are mongs
Maybe we are never ever really gonna know
Whether what we saw was really real or just a video
Whether anybody knows what the city knows though
But until the city blows I'm a kick it like so!
I am not dead yeah!
I am not dead, yeah!
Three pints and a prostitute
I may not ever be as clever or as blessed as you
But I am not dead, yeah!
I am not dead... yeah.
I am not dead yeah!
I am not dead, yeah!
Three pints and a prostitute
I may not ever be as clever or as blessed as you
But I am not dead, yeah!
I am not dead... yeah.
Eyes sting caked in last night's make up
You shouted at your girl now you hope you didn't break up
The light's all wrong but you can see you tore the place up
Up, rise, survey the damage that you done
You didn't think that you were drunk
But you were flippin hammered son
Acting like a phallus and generally embarrassing
You yourself and thee, but then who wouldn't wanna be...
You!
Look at all that sleep
Blessed in the West you're on top of the heap
You get to mess about like half of the week
So why you empathise with a song like Creep, huh?
Figga you're runnin it
Goose Top Gunnin it
You got a lully face there aint no need to stick a gun in it
Nah!
Eeny meeny mini moment you'll over it and winning
So just remember us when you're singing
I am not dead yeah!
I am not dead, yeah!
Three pints and a prostitute
I may not ever be as clever or as blessed as you
But I am not dead, yeah!
I got all freaked out when I figured out the people
That were running things
Were cannibals who treated us like animals
Refereed to us as useless eaters
Had made plans to beat us
Now they're all wrapped up like fajitas
I was like damn man this rubbish
Swore unto myself I would not rest until we had abolished
The Swine's programming, clean the slate like rags and polish
Take them d-d-bags to college, maybe we can kick some knowledge
Maybe there's a losing battle being fought among
A certain bunch of people who like talk and writing songs
Maybe we are wrong
Maybe we are French kissing with forked tongue
Maybe we are mongs
Maybe we are never ever really gonna know
Whether what we saw was really real or just a video
Whether anybody knows what the city knows though
But until the city blows I'm a kick it like so!
I am not dead yeah!
I am not dead, yeah!
Three pints and a prostitute
I may not ever be as clever or as blessed as you
But I am not dead, yeah!
I am not dead... yeah.
I am not dead yeah!
I am not dead, yeah!
Three pints and a prostitute
I may not ever be as clever or as blessed as you
But I am not dead, yeah!
I am not dead... yeah.
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Writer(s): Billy Mann, Alecia Moore
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