They zipped the bag over my head On Halloween night, I was pronounced dead The hearse drove me straight to my grave You all looked down on me as the lid closed over my head
Being dead is so much fun I won't see the sun rise again I take this casket to be my lawful wed
My tombstone marks my place Another forgotten soul A forgotten face Your throwing flowers down on me We all live in the garden, the garden of misery
I feel so cold
Six feet under reality's digging in who do I answer to No more chances when you're dead Icy cold feelings chill inside I've crossed the line between dead and aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.