Unfocused - 88 Fingers Louie

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!