| Making come true our modest, impossible dreams
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| Stuck in public school classrooms, at age fifteen!
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| Those long hot days, just before the summer
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| Knowing that we’re stuck here!
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| And there’s something happening somewhere
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| Knowing we know, we gotta get there
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| It’s true what they say
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| Death is more perfect than life
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| That’s why we already died!
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| What could have been?
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| We don’t wanna know!
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| Tonight we’ll get our kicks
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| Tonight we’re all letting go
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| 'Cus we’re all Dead Ramones!
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| Sore back!
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| Sore feet!
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| A ragtag army and we’re sick in the heat
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| We’re not pretty
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| And we’re not rich
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| We’re gonna hafta fucking work for it
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| It’s our life!
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| We do what we choose!
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| Black jeans, black shirt, black shoes!
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| Mom and Dad still don’t approve
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| Twenty-eight shows, twenty-eight days
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| Pulling up new rogues all along the way
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| I’m just another face in this desperate youth parade
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| And all the bunk beds locked doors, hardwood, sweat, guts
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| Skateboards, cold war bomb shelter basement screams, no sleep, good dreams
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| We’re playing hard as we can
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| And a whole lotta time stuck in the van
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| Reading the graffiti on every bathroom wall
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| In truck stop fast food hell
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| Save me from ordinary
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| Save me from myself!
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| Another punk rock summer came and went
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| Now I just wanna go back home
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| And turn up my stereo
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| 'Til the rhythm melts my bones
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| 'Cus I’m a Dead Ramone!
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| D — E — A — D — R — A — M — O — N — E — S! |
| (x4)
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| We’re all Dead Ramones! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song D.E.A.D.R.A.M.O.N.E.S. , by - Modern Life Is War. Song from the album Witness, in the genre Панк