Cold like a cobra on the ground
Picking up your body in surround sound
Move your body back like a hollow tree
I'm inside of the graveyard, looking for me
There's gotta be life going on somewheres else
Lets keep to ourselves
Hey mr musics or mister, music's got my band
His feets is moving like two caddilacs
Heavy metal drumming on the road
Dont you call my name less youre gonna explode
There's gotta be life going on somewheres else
Lets keep to ourselves