Blahblahblah - Marika Hackman

Ghost town, walk among the zombies

Facedown, their eyes are never on me

Backs up to the wall

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

Get down, set yourself on fire

Strong crowd to walk you to the pyre

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

Sigh, 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, well-behaved, I’m alright

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