Lyrics Unfocused - 88 Fingers Louie

Unfocused

Stumble in some ambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead survive
Armies of the hungry ones
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Ripped up like shredded-wheat
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Be a sort of human picnic
This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm
Whoa Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh
You think you’re a zombie, you think it’s a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes too late
This ain’t no fantasy, boy
This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm
you don’t listen to a single word
we say things get rougher
everyday fuckin' arrogance drivin' me crazy
get back in the mold
and do just what we’re told
we cry for change you think
we’re crazy it’s not just my head
we’re all dead when there’s nothing left to live for
we’ll all be better off dead
cuz there’s nothing left to live for
You’re making up excuses for something
that is more than useless
Pretending it don’t phase
you makes you feel all cold inside
This shit won’t last forever
So pull yourself together
You’ve gone to your corner without
putting up a fight
So bottle up your feelings for
compassions for the weak
A six-pack of companionship is
the companionship you seek
Drink to oblivion — your alcohol’s a slight distraction
You feel so ugly that you wanna run and hide
Responsibility is gnawing at you
You put it off and it still won’t help you
Don’t bother thinking of a way to put
your mind at ease, it’s just not worth it
So stop your whining!