There exists a secret place Heralded by death's embrace You'll soon learn there's life after death Soon after your corpse has been dressed You can only come around As you're buried six feet down When your body functions have ceased And the maggots begin to feast
You'll be the life of the party Way down at the cemetery
Deep below the hallowed ground Far from the safe lights of town At home amongst the beetles and worms Where the creepy crawlers still squirm Unfortunately it's not heaven Fortunately it's not quite hell It's a place of legend and myth Where the reaper has gone amiss
You'll be the life of the party Way down at the cemetery
You will soon depart from the heart Inside your chest For its incessant beating will eventually end You won't need the flood of warm blood Inside your veins For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained All your worldly possessions And all your measly convictions Are useless after the day you die You won't need them on the other side Now as your pulse subsides Time has come to say your goodbyes
Saint Peter doesn't call your name And your body does not drown in flames You'll exist beyond creation No hope for reincarnation Once they carve out your headstone And you're left with nothing but a bag of bones You'll receive your invitation If you're lost between the stations
You'll be the life of the party Way down at the cemetery
A casket holds your lifeless form That chunk of meat is no longer warm Before your inside begin to curd You'll transcend into the ether Every lost soul migrates here As the real world sheds a tear A spirit not fit for ascension A soul not fit for redemption
You'll be the life of the party Way down at the cemetery
You will soon depart from the heart Inside your chest For its incessant beating will eventually end You won't need the flood of warm blood Inside your veins For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained All your worldly possessions And all your measly convictions Are useless after the day you die You won't need them on the other side Now as your pulse subsides Time has come to say your goodbyes
Well now, it seems you're cursed to wander Into the pitch black yonder You can't be saved Now your body lies In a cold, cold grave
Well now, it seems you're off the beaten path An exiled outcast What lies ahead Face the facts, son You are dead, dead, dead
Well now, it seems you've come to realization That you're an abomination So don't be sad Life after death Ain't so bad, bad, bad
Well now, I really must be on my way There other folks who have gone astray It never ends Go forth and haunt Make some enemies Or friends
You will soon depart from the heart Inside your chest For its incessant beating will eventually end You won't need the flood of warm blood Inside your veins For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained All your worldly possessions And all your measly convictions Are useless after the day you die You won't need them on the other side Now as your pulse subsides Time has come to say your goodbyes
If it wants you, it'll get you Firmly in its grip Sit back, don't fight Go along for the trip Prepare to be scared Right out of your skin Welcome to the Netherworld And your new life beginsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
