D.m.f.

Full Devil Jacket

I'm hanging out in grave-yards 
The smell of flowers in the air 
All my best friends are corpses 
But they don't seem to care 
There's rotting skin hangin from my head 
I won't listen to what's been said 
A muddy coffin for my bed 
I'm livin life wishin I was dead 
I'm f*cking dead 
Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 
Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 
Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 
Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 
The sun has fallen form the sky 
And it's curied in the grownd 
The devils are dancin 
Emptiness is everywhere to be found 
I抦 f*ckin found 
Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 
Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 
Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 
Turnin into a dead motherf*cker