We’re white and pale <br />We’re in the jail <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />We get a bed <br />We’re hardly fed <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />A ball and chain <br />To cause us pain <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />We have four walls <br />We are appalled <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />We did the crime <br />We do the time <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />We have no chance <br />To sing nor dance <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />We curse our fate <br />We’re filled with hate <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />We have no season <br />Rhyme nor reason <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />We’re filled with sorrow <br />Today tomorrow <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />We want the key <br />To set us free <br />We are the living dead <br /> <br />Then once again <br />We will be men <br />And not the living dead <br /> <br />The living dead <br />The living dead <br />The living dead are we <br />We stole the gold <br />We sold our soul <br />We live in misery <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(c) varey 2013<br /><br />Gypsy Boy Varey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-living-dead-15/
