Hey Kid Tell me of your dying Was it like They said All White Light or maybe the Baby Blue You remember of your Bedroom
It's just another sleepover at the Morgue Your Face restored from your High School Photo
From the Hush of your Smile super-glued They'll say You'll find Heaven out there past the Moon But here the Kids are cruel and the Girls that never kissed You Forget that You ever dreamed to (do-do-do-do-do)
Its just another sleepover at the Morgue Your Face restored from your High School Photo It's just another sleepover at the Morgue Your Face don't look a thing like your High School Photo