Dead Alive (Flipped)

On a walk in a fragile state Weird angles coming over the wire Back home we got girls in braids And they're on roller skates and they roll any way they like From my town I can always look down Down my nose at the fish in the barrels But in the wilds of human life There are pretty knives, an array of gentle eyes So tonight Dance and cry You're dead alive Monuments for the awful events I float by in a daze on the freeway We can whine about different times But me, I'm fine with the mirrors far away For the mills in the valley to function Rain gonna fall on the hills where we hide Wash the blood and the guts to the ocean Feed the pike, making everything alright So tonight Dance and cry The dead alive The dead alive The dead alive