Ballad of the Dead

Maniac Spider Trash

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 alive


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