Prancing Through Graveyards Tonight
.
Prancing Through Graveyards Tonight
.
Zombies by score surely dominate this age
Vampires are always so fashionable and cool
Werewolf’s are out of control and so enrage
Me, Myself, and I, would rather be a ghoul
.
Nothing wrong with eating still living guts
However, gators know when to eat their stuff
Aged and molded, tender juicy rotting butts
Sadly feeding a good meal is getting tough
.
Some laws insist on nasty tasting Formdelhyde
My friends and I wish the ban would worldwide
Tried Hi-Tech used the net, BBC CNN online
Lots of death but no help finding where to dine
.
I used to like cemeteries with old fallen stones
Dogs could help and are good the sniff old bones
Sometimes they will even help digging up a meal
Sharing finds is a fuss and never in the deal
.
Cyclones over not news now left a ghouls buffet
Bangladesh is a the spot if you're going that way
I am heading across the sea where the bodies pile
Thousands dead so they say, that’s dining my style
.
I feel like prancing through graveyards tonight
New moon, cloudy skies, everything’s just right
Happy times just ahead digging up my kind of bread
Make you feel like dancing, dining on the dead
.
.
.
.Fair Use Encouraged
.All Rights Reserved
.
21 May 2008
.
Prancing Through Graveyards Tonight
.
Zombies by score surely dominate this age
Vampires are always so fashionable and cool
Werewolf’s are out of control and so enrage
Me, Myself, and I, would rather be a ghoul
.
Nothing wrong with eating still living guts
However, gators know when to eat their stuff
Aged and molded, tender juicy rotting butts
Sadly feeding a good meal is getting tough
.
Some laws insist on nasty tasting Formdelhyde
My friends and I wish the ban would worldwide
Tried Hi-Tech used the net, BBC CNN online
Lots of death but no help finding where to dine
.
I used to like cemeteries with old fallen stones
Dogs could help and are good the sniff old bones
Sometimes they will even help digging up a meal
Sharing finds is a fuss and never in the deal
.
Cyclones over not news now left a ghouls buffet
Bangladesh is a the spot if you're going that way
I am heading across the sea where the bodies pile
Thousands dead so they say, that’s dining my style
.
I feel like prancing through graveyards tonight
New moon, cloudy skies, everything’s just right
Happy times just ahead digging up my kind of bread
Make you feel like dancing, dining on the dead
.
.
.
.Fair Use Encouraged
.All Rights Reserved
.
21 May 2008
.
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