Letras
Tell me what you know punk
Let me hit save
Join the spirit wave
Shack up in the coffin club
You're a disappearing act
With a werewolf mouth
Licking your bloody snout
Still looking somehow appealing
On our cemetery stroll
We can pick plots out
And prattle on about
Whether our lives had any meaning
But this how we grow up
To make pretty sick graves
With intermittent games
And a black truck to the coffin club
Grab a shovel and a coat
It's cold outside
We've gotta make good time
If the ground's to keep from freezing
'Cause the displaced dirt from the hole you dug
Is the entry fee to the coffin club
We have solid oak, we have good white pine
You go pick out yours and I'll pick out mine
When the kids back home on the seance beat
Try to conjure us, we'll be soft and sweet
'Cause we're missing you and we love you lots
But you're buried too, it's just a bigger box
If a man dies, shall he live again?
Pick up your spade and dig
Tell me what you know now, love
It's the last days
We're on the spirit wave
Back up in the coffin club