Do you wanna sing a song about dead people
Or is living with one spooky enough?
Just humming along to the television static
It's making out the words that's tough
I tried to write a song for several dead people
All at once, and somewhat generalized
I was told that if you asked the right questions
The truths would be materialized
We're empathetically inclined
Here's to the tragically unhip
Here's to dreams left out of time
So skeptically divine
All the ones who hold their grip
All the lives they'll never find
Do you wanna sing a song about dead people
Or do you wish they'd just leave you alone?
Throw out your sage and sweep that salt circle up
You're better off just burning your home
I tried to play nice with several dead people
Projecting my fears back in dreams
I woke up with questionless answers
A cliched"nothing" that is quite as it seems
Spooky Kitty, she's the one
Spooky Kitty, having fun
Spooky Kitty, can't you see
You're the cutie, the one for me
She's biting my hair! Awww