Get Dead - Backyard Babies

You say it’s wrong

But I say alright

Alright is wrong

Or might is right

Everything is fucked so bad

So messed up so sad

You ain’t feeling so fine

When there’s too much speed along the line

And there’s freak confusions in your bed

And you got triple sixes in your head

So get dead on an anything-can-happen-day

Baby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I walk on by

I need a higher

Place to go away

On an anything-can-happen-day

There’s freak confusions in your bed

And you got triple sixes in your head

So get dead on an anything-can-happen-day

Baby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I said, get dead

See what I hear

Feel what I fear

So what’s new, what you trying to do

I make no deals with you

Get dead on an anything-can-happen-day

Baby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I said, get dead

Get dead

Baby, get dead

Get dead