Get Dead – Backyard Babies – letras

You say it´s wrongBut I say alrightAlright is wrongOr might is rightEverything is fucked so badSo messed up so sadYou ain´t feeling so fineWhen there´s too much speed along the lineAnd there´s freak confusions in your bedAnd you got triple sixes in your headSo get dead on an anything-can-happen-dayBaby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeahI walk on byI need a higherPlace to go awayOn an anything-can-happen-dayThere´s freak confusions in your bedAnd you got triple sixes in your headSo get dead on an anything-can-happen-dayBaby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeahI said, get deadSee what I hearFeel what I fearSo what´s new, what you trying to doI make no deals with youGet dead on an anything-can-happen-dayBaby, get dead, oh, yeah, yeah, yeahI said, get deadGet deadBaby, get deadGet dead