GRAVEYARD KING

We're heading to the graveyard to eat dead corpses.
But when we got there it was like seeing stone houses.
What can we do if the graveyard was gone?
Like getting out of jail and buying a gun.

Ralph: Blood on my string, my fingers do sting!
Greg: With a busted up lip I try to sing.
Angelo: Drunk on rum I play the drums.

We we're fighting in the bar,
And didn't stop for the police car.
There wasn't much to do.
We were part of the same glue.

So we got hip and left.
Went to the graveyard and bet
Who would be next of kin

Greg: Then I pulled out a fresh pin.
Angelo: Oh do we have to start that sin?
Ralph: Ya we're going to do you in.

Chorus: With a knife and fork we ate the dead like pork

Zombies coming after us
They followed us onto the bus.
What a bunch of fucked up dead
But it sure ain't the life I dread!
I like speaking to the dead!

I don't dread the dead!
In the graveyard I get a sleepy head.
Colorful flowers and a stone bed.
You can have a big nice house,
But I'll just become a graveyard house.

Where else can you get real history?
Than graveyard inscriptions and the dead?

I'm fated, mated, and sated by graveyard gloom.

Musket, rifle, and gun
Don't mean much when you see the setting sun!

Werewolves, jackals, vampires, and bats,
They can smell where I had sat!
I came out of a casket with a torch,
And a vampire laughed like I was on his front porch.

It turned into a mist,
I felt his breath.
Out with the light
I felt the painful bite.

Ghouls drinking beer,
I was near death I fear.