Burnt to a crisp I can't sleep from the sound of the train of thought inside me So I grab the keys as the clock it starts to smile 5 in the am seems so surreal Where the red lights are friends With the automobiles And just want you to stop And say "hi" for awhile 'Cause we just want to be heard And act like we're better Than anyone else or not to feel lower So laugh when they cry Jump when they're down Smile when they frown We're all going down We're all going down... So take a hi-five from another zombie that walks in the bar Straight out of a movie Where 10 dollar drinks Are the highlight of his week And all the kitty cats Get out their catty kits Sit and they talk shit Bout this bitch and that bitch And makes me feel a little better about me