Texty: Backyard Babies. Get Dead.

(dregen, borg)

You say it´s wrong
But I say alright
Alright is wrong
Or might is right
Everything is fucked so bad
So messed up so sad
You ain´t feeling so fine
When there´s too much speed along the line
And there´s freak confusions in your bed
And you got triple sixes in your head

So get dead on an anything-can-happen-day
Baby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I walk on by
I need a higher
Place to go away
On an anything-can-happen-day
There´s freak confusions in your bed
And you got triple sixes in your head


So get dead on an anything-can-happen-day
Baby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I said, get dead

See what I hear
Feel what I fear
So what´s new, what you trying to do
I make no deals with you

Get dead on an anything-can-happen-day
Baby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I said, get dead
Get dead
Baby, get dead
Get dead