[ Featuring the Dead Insides ]
Between tombs and mossy graves
For the old and for the babes
Mourners weep and the tears flow
In public grief they show
But at home away from God
They all cheer because she's a sod
In the
In the graveyard
Not so
Not so sacred
Memories
Memories marred
In the
In the graveyard
The spooky corner no one goes
The forgotten lie in rows and rows
People hump and people screw
Thinking they'll be out of view
The pervert priest he sees it all
Fondling his cock and balls
In the
In the graveyard
Not so
Not so sacred
Memories
Memories marred
In the
In the graveyard
Over to the left
Are the babies
With mothers bereft
Tiny little coffins
Their lives done
They didn't even make it to one
One
The pious nuns, they do good business
Working as a part-time mistress
I adore getting whipped
When I'm tied to the crucifix
They keep it amorous
And it's always blasphemous
Over to the right
Are the toddlers
Just learned to walk
Straight into traffic
Now their lives are gone
At least they made it past one
One
