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Sneak up to the cemetery gates |
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They swing open without a sound |
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Hurry over to the funeral mound |
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Rain makes thehair cling to the face |
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Darkest night but as lightning cracks |
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Empty the bag of shovels and axes |
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The earth is soft underneath the leaves |
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Remove the dirt, we dig with ease |
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[chorus:] |
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Dead - dead - dead - dead - dead to worse |
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There are things worse than death, |
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far more worse than death |
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So it's done, time to lift the lid |
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It creaks open, and there it lays |
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The corpse is prepped and we sing the praise |
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Slowly stepping out of the grave |
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Fill the night with nocturnal scrams, it screams |
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On our command, the body climbs from the grave |
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Once dormant and dead, now forever our slave |
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[chorus] |
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From the grave - now death escaped - life retake once more |
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Walk the earth - an antibirth - see death reversed undone |
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[solo: Andy LaRocque] |
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There are things worse than death, |
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far more worse than death |
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Worse - dead to worse |