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
