| Song | Cobra Skulls Graveyard |
| Artist | Cobra Skulls |
| Album | Sitting Army |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cobra Skulls, Peralta | |
| An epitaph is propaganda for a memory | |
| For people who aren’t really worth remembering | |
| Like people with wealth that save it for themselves | |
| A casket is a container that’s built to bust | |
| Preventing the inevitable dust to dust | |
| A shell in vain we save | |
| So when I die don’t put me in a grave | |
| If my soul goes to another place | |
| Then a grave is a waste of space | |
| Yes, a grave is a waste of space | |
| So don’t put me in a grave | |
| As if our cities aren’t already crowded enough | |
| We set aside a little green patch in the rough | |
| A place for the dead to rest their heads | |
| While the kids of the city have no place to play | |
| We make sure the dead have a place to stay | |
| A place to rot away |
| zuo qu : Cobra Skulls, Peralta | |
| An epitaph is propaganda for a memory | |
| For people who aren' t really worth remembering | |
| Like people with wealth that save it for themselves | |
| A casket is a container that' s built to bust | |
| Preventing the inevitable dust to dust | |
| A shell in vain we save | |
| So when I die don' t put me in a grave | |
| If my soul goes to another place | |
| Then a grave is a waste of space | |
| Yes, a grave is a waste of space | |
| So don' t put me in a grave | |
| As if our cities aren' t already crowded enough | |
| We set aside a little green patch in the rough | |
| A place for the dead to rest their heads | |
| While the kids of the city have no place to play | |
| We make sure the dead have a place to stay | |
| A place to rot away |
| zuò qǔ : Cobra Skulls, Peralta | |
| An epitaph is propaganda for a memory | |
| For people who aren' t really worth remembering | |
| Like people with wealth that save it for themselves | |
| A casket is a container that' s built to bust | |
| Preventing the inevitable dust to dust | |
| A shell in vain we save | |
| So when I die don' t put me in a grave | |
| If my soul goes to another place | |
| Then a grave is a waste of space | |
| Yes, a grave is a waste of space | |
| So don' t put me in a grave | |
| As if our cities aren' t already crowded enough | |
| We set aside a little green patch in the rough | |
| A place for the dead to rest their heads | |
| While the kids of the city have no place to play | |
| We make sure the dead have a place to stay | |
| A place to rot away |