Walking Dead

I get out to clean my brain
I’m shattered in here
in the aftermath I understand
you’re a walking dead (x2)
Oo, ooo, oh I will fly high
Oo, ooo, oh never unite
with the boy who let
me down
I’m tired of making up for troubles with no end
I don’t get paid for overtime
stop occupy my mind
your´re occupy my mind
Oo, ooo, oh I will fly high
Oo, ooo, oh never unite
with the boy who let
me down
I get out to make new plans
another town in sight
the winter and the cold is near
I’m taking off from here (x2)
Oo, ooo, oh I will fly high
Oo, ooo, oh never unite
with the boy who let
me down (x2)
with no boy who lets
me down.