We're the living dead,. With our blood-shot eyes and our hearts of stone. We all that's left and we won't need rest for we won't go home. We on our feet, where the beasts and the ghouls, and the
us go. But she missing in my heart, I can feel it in my soul (Phantogram). Show me love, whose got your hand on the button now?. Sure enough, you've got your hand on the button now What's wrong, who
us go. But she missing in my heart, I can feel it in my soul (Phantogram). Show me love, whose got your hand on the button now?. Sure enough, you've got your hand on the button now What's wrong, who
Welcome to a trip. Into my hurt feelings. To the centre of my soul. You better bring a light. To find the house of meanings. In the labyrinth of yes or no. . For you, life is just like chess
know 'cause he ain't been listening. Gotta design for killin' time. And it's dead Get you, you got me. I'm standing on the edge of the noise. Get me, I got you. I'm standing on the edge of the noise
Time wears away all the pleasures of the day. All the treasures you could hold. Days turn to sand, losing strength in every hand. They can't hold you anymore. Already dead to me now, already dead to
?. What's that hey?. . Jamaica funk, that's what it is. Let it get into you. C'mon, I've got a groove. You know where I'll be, funkin for jamaica. If ya feel it, let it get into you. Jamaica funk
