Walk through a graveyard, on my red coat
Poisonous water, leave a white rose
Black tears have fallen, blood stained the ground
Look at the angel, death likes my sound
Jane died on Monday, she killed herself
Mike was her father, though killed by a man
Whose name was jason, he needed cash
A cop shot him and threw him into the trash
Pray for those bodies, dance till the dark
Get naked under the pale moonlight
So that the dead bodies come alive
Skeletons make love and curse my heart
Halloween costumes, respect the dead
I'm wearing platforms, just like their friends
But I wake corpses, they like to dance
Their alive souls float over our heads
(Won't you take my hand? Wanna be my man? Don't you dare to kill me)
(Wanna be your wife, dance until daylight, baby, I'm crazy)
Pray for those bodies, dance till the dark
Get naked under the pale moonlight
So that the dead bodies come alive
Skeletons make love and curse my heart
And when the sun comes, they disappear
No more white dresses, take back your ring
I'm done with corpses until next year
When I'll be praying that you're not here
And when the sun comes, they disappear
No more white dresses, take back your ring
I'm done with corpses until next year
When I'll be praying that you're not here
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