The Minus 5 - Lies of the Living Dead lyrics

They call it paradise .. purple leaves The sound of silver flutes The jam of honey bees Oh I am getting so sick of the lies, the lies, the lies Of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead And there's no religion, And rabbits rub your feet My baby is eating flowers, That k** of all diseases Oh I am getting so sick of the lies, the lies, the lies Of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Those elevator clouds And bugs that braid your hair, This often golden place, That is supposedly somewhere Oh I am getting so sick of the lies, the lies, the lies Of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead Lie, lie, lies of the living dead