Dig your grave and bash your head.
Dance away anorexic dread.
These young limbs are for the taking.
Tender hearts are for the breaking.
Twist and turn this life you live
cutting hips with pointy ribs.
Leave me a sweet bedtime kiss
with green alcohol on your lips.
Skin and bone driving home,
be sure to meet me at nine alone.
Come and meet us down the street
in this dark debauchery.
You’re so sick you drank too much,
don’t drive you’re way too drunk.
You’ve been drinking too much alcohol.
Someone is going to fall.
The sight of blood is on your teeth
and it’s scattered on the street.
Left two scars on my hand,
memories in the black van.
I hear his voice, Mr. Murphy.
Bela’s undead and were in a hurry to escape,
we are lost souls found in every place.
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