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Letâs go hang at the graveyard
Dressed up, nowhere to go
Weâll smoke pot and dance on the tombstones
âCos this morbid shit is so a la mode
Letâs freak ourselves out
We can have a blast
Letâs freak each other out âtil weâre too scared to laugh
But whatâs that sound?
All the devils down in hell crying for release
And whatâs that twisted shape
Thatâs lurching in between the trees?
My blood runs cold
Pure cold terror fills my mind in the baleful night
I recognise the hateful truth -
The dead are coming back to life!
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Now all around
I hear cries of pain and fear as the corpses feed
Weâve found a thrill thatâs further out
Than any of our wildest dreams
Letâs party down
Down at the graveyard
Letâs rock and roll
Down at the graveyard
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