The
living zombie
He
still sings his tune
He
doesn't care what he says
As
long as he gets it out from chest
Shouting
loudly in the morning
Shouting
loudly in the night
The
neighbours tolerate his antics
But
he has been carried on too long
Don't
ask his parents
They
pretend their son is well
He
drives them around
From
one house to another
The
police will say
There
is no crime no investigation
But
for disturbing the peace?
The
shift A to shift B
The
living zombie
He
still hangs around
In
the morning and at night
In
the afternoon at the old house
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