[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
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

[Outro]
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