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Cemetery Girls
Voobaha
("Play some more music.")
I love to dance with cemetery girls.
The moon comes out, the earth unfurls.
No time to waste, the hours fade,
They come awake, the dead parade.
Freash souls in the cornfield,
Anthony put them there.
And it's good, it's real good.
("Be dead.")
I love to kiss the cemetery girls,
Their lips are hard, black eyes like pearls?!
I call them up, they come to me.
The zombie pomp, pure ecstacy.
Fresh soulds in the cornfield.
Anthony put them there.
And it's good, it's real good.
("You be dead!")
("You dirty little monster! You murderer!")
("You're a bad man! You're a very bad man!")
I love to sleep with cemetery girls.
Their legs are cold, sweet, dusty curls.
Pale, pale breasts pressed to my cheek.
When we make love, stiff muscles creak.
Fresh soulds in the cornfield.
Anthony put them there.
And it's good, it's real good.
("I had a real good time.")
("Oh, sure you did. You had a real good time.
It's good that you had a good time, it's real good.")
I love to love the cemetery girls.
I love to love the cemetery girls.
I love to love the cemetery girls.
I wish they all could be cemetery girls!
Yeah!
ritsylvester@hotmail.com
Thanks to Geoff Berman for clearing up some of the lyrics!
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