Easter Sunday and she’s dressed in black Pez machine in hand, riding a BMX Running barefoot through the graveyard, drawing pentagrams on tombstones Her bloodbath visions are for him, not me
And I’m just living in your house Just sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy
10,000 pricks stabbed into my back Well there are certain words I won’t ever believe again Is that all it means to you, a little push and a little screw? Smoke it down to the last match, there’s nothing here worth left to say
And I’m just living in your house Sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy I’m just living in your house Sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy
Dear succubus, I miss you more than the rest But there’s a little bit less to find each time I look back In the eaves of your attic, I know how to haunt Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
And I’m just living in your house Just sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy I’m just living in your house Just sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves, dead rats Shallow graves, dead rats Shallow graves, dead rats I like the dark clouds the best