Call off the guards
Don’t sound the alarm
Most of us don’t want to be found
We’ll wander the streets
Like a zombie parade
Straight through the heart of this dead end ghost town
We’re just trying to keep it alive
We’ll play Russian roulette tonight
With a bottle, a needle, a pipe
Half my generation’s wasting away
You see the problems not turning our ‘will’s into ‘won’t’s
It’s the lack of air on the Jersey coast
Checking the paper
For familiar names
Keep your family close
A state of war has been claimed
Against ourselves, against each other,
Against the endless prescription bottles pulling us under
We’ll play Russian roulette tonight
With a bottle, a needle, a pipe
Half my generation’s wasting away
You see the problems not turning our ‘will’s into ‘won’t’s
It’s the lack of air on the Jersey coast
All my friends are dead or lonely
Or scared of waking up that way
All my friends are dead or lonely
Or scared of waking up that way
All my friends are dead or lonely
Or scared of waking up that way
All my friends are dead or lonely
Or scared of waking up that way
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