Party in the Cemetery

After a cold hard Sunday,
And you feel like sh**,
Nothing seems to go your way,
And your life is a miserable sheer cold pit,
Don’t worry, there is a Party in the Cemetery.

The skeletons welcome you,
And the graves take you down to the party,
Its such a blast, you become part of the crew,
You forget all of your worries and you soon cant see,
Don’t worry, it’s temporary at the Party in the Cemetery.

There are games on the ground,
And the bats are the players,
You scream so loud, and it doesn’t make a sound,
Leaving the party, hah, you don’t have a prayer,
It gets pitch black at the Party in the Cemetery.

It gets psycho and everyone screams,
They all form a mosh pit,
Bones are flying as it gets more extreme,
Hopefully alive is what you’ll make it,
The Party at the Cemetery makes mental institution patients look normal.

Lights flash on and off,
As if you were stoned,
Trust me, right now you wish you were.

The bats are a flying carpet,
Flying you into a grave,
When it’s really an underground room.

Dropped on your back,
The skeletons start to stare,
And begin the dissection.

They cut you up,
Ripping out everything,
Your intestines, heart, crushing your brain.

Ripping out your eyes, blood exploding from your body,
Sawing off your skin, breaking your bones,
But you feel no pain.

You laugh as they break your shins,
As they rip out your lungs, one by one,
And before you know it, you’re one of them.

You no longer have anything to be scared of,
Because in the real World it‘s all the same,
Welcome to the Cemetery of Brotherly Love,
You’ve left behind reality and all of it’s shame,
Welcome to the Eternal Party in the Cemetery,

You are one of us now.