[Verse 1] Ghost town, walk among the zombies Faced down, their eyes are never on me Backs up to the wall Plugged into a pocket Sigh, might as well just die [Chorus 1] 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 [Verse 2] Goddamn, set yourself on fire Strong crowd to walk you to the pyre Don’t be who you are, they’d rather see your riot Son, I don’t like my mind [Chorus 2] 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, we’ll behave, I’m alright [Outro] Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah