Zack Mexico - Bless The Dead lyrics

I don't wanna go outside Its way too cold I don't wanna be your friend You're getting old I don't wanna go to the mall Cause I'd rather die I'm havin fun in my room I think I'll stay inside I keep it dark I watch the tube I hang with Joe I get some sleep I burn a stove I play with dust I draw some blood I claim religion I open a window I free a dove I talk to God I bless the dead I play the drums Then I wreck my bed Transcend with starman And pop pills with Frankenstein I don't wanna be your friend Nuh uh no way I don't wanna hang around I'd rather stay I don't wanna hang with the geeks I'm a real freak I just wanna skip this town So c'est la vie