Dead Alive

On a walk in a fragile state
Weird angles coming over the wires
Back home we got girls in braids
And they're on roller skates and they roll any way they like
From my town I can only see down
Down my nose to the fish in the barrels
But they are the wiles of human life
There are pity nights and a ray of gentle lights

So tonight
Dance and cry
The dead alive

Monuments were awfully dense
I float by in a daze on the freeway
You can whine of our different times
But me, I'm fine with a view that is far away
We're the mills in the valley to function
Rain gonna fall on the hills where we hide
Wash the blood and the guts to the ocean
Leave the pike making everything alright

So tonight
Dance and cry
The dead alive

So tonight
Dance and cry
The dead alive

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