Enter the Graveyard
Andrew Schulman
Hook:
Black Hat, Black Shoes
Black Pants, Black Car
Ouija Board On The Dash
Enter The Graveyard
Verse 1:
Friends come and go
Like seasons and bitches
Like flowers they grow
Till the petals get wilted
If you don't pick up the phone
Didn't have time to listen
Now they dunno where to go
Their spirits' gone missin
Their body's growin cold
It's time for gravediggin
We all get old
Or die damn near children
Get in my zone
I write poems for the livin
To connect with the dead
When it's time for them to visit
Hook:
Black Hat, Black Shoes
Black Pants, Black Car
Ouija Board On The Dash
Enter The Graveyard
