Them Pulp Criminals - Goddamn Graveyard Luck

Her lips were like a rosebud blossom
Her eyes were hazel brown
Her smile could calm down the storm
She was the prettiest girl in town
For reason still unknown to me
She looked at me dumbstruck
But little did this lady knew
Of my goddamn graveyard luck

We walked together hand in hand
Like wolf along the lamb
We made a long walk to the night
The air was cold and damp
Her kiss did taste like warm spring rain
No I cannot pass the buck
But still like sword of Damoclees
Felt my goddamn graveyard

The moon was full, her eyes were bright
Her heartbeat I could feel
As we laid down in grasses tall
Her body ran with thrill
I kissed her lips, I held her tight
I bid her farewell
The moon gleamed upon my switchblade
As my luck sent her to Hell…