44 Undead

Low life, livin ruined
 The mainstream of the lower class
 Down to dance, street poet
 The sudden type of the greener grass
 You want a plain style love and I am down for more
 You are my pirate treasure number 44
 I'm going out of my head, my head
 Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead
 A living source of inspiration
 No forced down neon signs
 My part of town, my devotion
 South bound where the people shine
 You want a plain speed love and we are down for more
 You are our pirate treasure number 44
 I'm going out of my head, my head
 Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead
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 I'm going out of my head, my head
 Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead
 I'm going out of my head
 (I'm going out of my head)
 Out of my head
 Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead
 (Yeah)
 (Oh)