Burnt to a crisp I can't sleep from the sound of the train of thought inside me nSo I grab the keys as the clock it starts to smilen5 in the am seems so surreal nWhere the red lights are friends nnWith the automobiles nAnd just want you to stop nAnd say hi for awhilenn'Cause we just want to be heard nAnd act like we're better nThan anyone else or not to feel lowernnSo laugh when they crynJump when they're downnSmile when they frownnWe're all going downnWe're all going down...nnSo take a hi-five from another zombie that walks in the barnStraight out of a movienWhere 10 dollar drinksnAre the highlight of his weeknnAnd all the kitty catsnGet out their catty kitsnSit and they talk shitnBout this bitch and that bitchnAnd makes me feel a little better about me