Pretend We're Dead - L7

What’s up with what’s going down

In every city, in every town

Cramping styles is the plan

They’ve got us in the palm of every hand

When we pretend that we’re dead

When we pretend that we’re dead

They can’t hear a word we’ve said

When we pretend that we’re dead

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

Turn the tables with our unity

They’re neither moral nor majority

Wake up and smell the coffee

Or just say no to individuality

When we pretend that we’re dead

When we pretend that we’re dead

They can’t hear a word we’ve said

When we pretend that we’re dead

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

When we pretend that we’re dead

When we pretend that we’re dead

They can’t hear a word we’ve said

When we pretend that we’re dead

Dead, dead

Dead, dead

Dead, dead

Dead, dead

Dead, dead

Dead, dead

Dead, dead

Dead, dead