A dirty tombstone
Marbled, cracked and crushed
Sulking on top of a crypt
Smoking angel dust
Driving through the neighborhood
Sifting through the crowd
Stomping through the main streets
Bumping every male
People talk and stare
Tiny corpses, empty out
Pale mother fixes
Spine rammed through
Rotten bucket heads
"We pulled some more corpses
Bigger ones this time
We'd lay 'em down on the grave, one at a time
And take a big, huge piece of a headstone we broke
And smash the head like a rotten melon"
Graveyard desecrated
Rotten red behind us
Rotted body scattered
On the broken stone again
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