U-r-b Lyrics
Life's great when graveyard is your homeWhat a day, what a day, what a dayUndead rotting bonesWhen we come to townThe people just keep their heads downTrying to escapeCorpses all over the placeMaggots in my brainBelieve me, I don't feel no painFingers are my toolsBloodthirst is pretty coolSoon you'll see, you run out of timeWhat a day, what a day, what a day, what a dayLife's great when graveyard is your homeWhat a day, what a day, what a dayUndead rotting bonesNeon nights are brightNobody of us saw daylightCannot lose our litesNo limits in the mindsKillin' just for funTomorrow it will be your turnGoing straight to hellAgony, I can tellSoon you'll see, you run out of timeWhat a day, what a day, what a day, what a dayLife's great when graveyard is your homeWhat a day, what a day, what a dayUndead rotting bonesWhen we come to townThe people just keep their heads downTrying to escapeCorpses all over the placeMaggots in my brainBelieve me, I don't feel no painFingers are my toolsBloodthirst is pretty coolSoon you'll see, you run out of timeWhat a day, what a day, what a day, what a dayLife's great when graveyard is your homeWhat a day, what a day, what a dayUndead rotting bones
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