и опять в ожидании зари. Живи среди толпы, в потоке сил, которым всё равно конец. Закрой свои глаза, закрой, ты видишь даль, здесь кладбище сердец, Ты
вновь на раненную смерть? Бурные овации и гром аплодисментов, В театре кукол старом, на кладбище живых экспериментов. Мертвые, на кладбище живых экспериментов. Мертвые, на кладбище
i kiss you once i'll kiss you twice i kiss you once i'll kiss you twice i kiss you once i'll kiss you twice and i get the shivers cause you're cold as
Your weeping... Singing la la lala la la ehh And the night over London, lay So we rode down to the river Where the tombs were stone For the curse
One, two, three, four Under the arc of a weather stain boards Ancient goblins, and warlords Come out of the ground, not making a sound The smell of death
At night they would go walking till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their
We watch this blackness eat away the cold blue sky Terrified, this is our last goodbye The dead will walk the streets tonight In my nightmare we never
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Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead (Tonight, tonight) Tonight, tonight, off with your head You'll never guess what's up You'll never guess what's up
I'm scared, out in the graveyard, who's, who's there? Who's out there, who are you, who are you? Leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alone, leave
Danger, danger, danger danger The graveyard chamber Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger The graveyard chamber Danger, danger, danger, danger
Graveyard people with graveyard minds Peeking out through half-drawn blinds Desperate people with desperate minds Only live amongst straight lines Scorning
I hear the devil and he's calling me In the house by the cemetery Ghouls and creeps fucking gather 'round For the evil that's going down Get down! Blood
Locked in the mall in a state of fright Looking for salvation in a car headlight But you can't have what you can't buy Tomorrow is better than yesterday
Two ghosts in a graveyard Two stones in a row they are Two lost in a blue car Can't boast about who we are New streets and iron bars kept behind the walls
Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day Walking with my family, stopping on the way To read the epitaphs and wonder at the graves Pretty little cemetery
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard She did brass rubbings, she learned, you never had to press hard When she was finished hanging
