Party At The Cemetery

All the creepy teenage brats
Walk around all dressed in black
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But when you die, you can’t come back
Cut marks all over her wrist
She wears long sleeves to hide the tracks
Come to the cemetery kids
Where all the demons play and dance

Come to the cemetery (come to the cemetery)
Come to the cemetery (comе to the cemetеry)

Turn me from bones to ashes
Scatter me across the grass
We were never meant to last
Life’s a sick and twisted laugh
Blood is all over my hands
Day of the dead, let’s gather hands
As the corpses leave the caskets
Now let’s sing along and dance

Come to the cemetery (come to the cemetery)
Come to the cemetery (come to the cemetery)

Come to the cemetery (come to the cemetery)
Come to the cemetery (come to the cemetery)