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when you were a young boy did you read between the lines

did you think you'd rise above and leave the rest behind

on the edge of darkness heaven seems to glow

is it who you are or really who you know

anything you said and did was better than the rest

the dream became a nightmare boy you had to be the best

when they tried to tell you man you'd get annoyed

thrown into the darkness straight into the void

go down where the zombies dance, down to the junkyard

where there aint no middle of the road, medicine boulevard

smack down in a cold sweat, fall and you hit hard

where there aint no middle of the road, dance in the graveyard

spoiled little blue blood boy you had the inside track

climb the corporate animal and rode upon its' back

trapped within the wheel well loneliness is black

once you cross the line my boy you aint comin' back

days of working nine to five have changed from eight to ten

with mothers' little helper you'd be back to push the pen

when you close your eyes now tell me who's the boss

blackened like the spike that nails you to the cross

go down where the zombies dance, down to the junkyard

where there aint no middle of the road, medicine boulevard

smack down in a cold sweat, fall and you hit hard

when you know you can't handle the load, dance in the graveyard

every day your craving grows the spark inside you dies

every thing you held as true has turned into a lie

when your scream of conscience tries to talk to you

go with your desire tell it what to do

go down where the zombies dance, down to the junkyard

where there aint no middle of the road, medicine boulevard

smack down in a cold sweat, fall and you hit hard

where there aint no middle of the road, dance in the graveyard

go down where the zombies dance, down to the junkyard

where there aint no middle of the road, medicine boulevard

smack down in a cold sweat, fall and you hit hard

when you know you can't handle the load, dance in the graveyard