Walking Dead from Woodwose: Exigence by Dog Army

I've been down a long, long time
I've been seeing things I never wanted to see
News is saying that I've been out here
Walking all along among the dead
News is saying that I've been out here
Walking all along among the dead

Let the dead walk
Let the dead walk
Let the dead walk
Let the dead walk
Let the dead walk
To where they have not been
To where they have not been
In such a long, long time
Masters of indolence
Of tech-drunk indifference
Walk on down to New Orleans

Shuffling down Bourbon Street
With all the jazz, the booze, and the human teeming
I wink with a drunken confidence
At the passing mistresses adorned
The masters of flash and fuck
We salivate as we walk

Ooo, can I
Ooo, can I
Ooo, can I

I've been down a long, long time
I've been seeing things I never wanted to see
News is saying I've been out here
Walking all along among the dead
News is saying I've been out here
Walking all along among the dead
Ooo, can I
Let the dead walk
Ooo, can I
Let the dead walk
Ooo, can I
Let the dead walk
Ooo, can I
Let the dead walk
Walk on down 235

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