Ahh...
Yeah...
Ahh...
Yeah...
What's up with whats going down
In every city, in every town
Cramped styles is the plan
They've got us in the palm of everyhand
When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we 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 niether moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality
When we pretend that we're dead
Pretend we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
Pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we said
Pretend we're dead
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
Pretend we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
Pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we said
Pretend we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Dead. . . .
Pretend we're dead
Dead. . . .
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Dead. . . .
Pretend we're dead
Dead. . . .
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Dead. . . .
Pretend we're dead. . .
Writer(s): Donita Sparks
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