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Written by：Marika Hackman

Ghost town walking among the zombies

Faced down their eyes are never on me

Back stop to the warm

Plugged into a pocket

Sigh might as well just die

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

Goddamn set yourself on fire

Strong crowd to walk you to the fire

Don't be who you are they'd rather see your riot

Son I don't like my mind

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 we'll behave I'm alright