Best not be hangin’ out in that graveyard, son,
Even though it’s got grass and flowers.
Because there – in that graveyard – one
Remembered moment turns into hours.

It’s right there in that graveyard, boy,
Where you’ve been planting all the bodies.
Deep down in the dirt of that graveyard  – joy
Is all boxed up with you hope and hobbies.

What the hell are you doing in this graveyard, man?
This is just another line you shouldn’t have crossed.
Do you think that visiting this graveyard can
Help you disinter some of what you’ve lost?

Well, now you’re a part of this graveyard, sir –
Though that doesn’t mean that you can make her
Come back, because on from your graveyard her
Life has gone, and you’re still just the undertaker.

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