20 dollars a day, that’s what the city pays me to dig these holes in the ground After 20 years, turning sweat into tears When I heard that haunting sound. I Put my spade to the ground, started digging my way down, As I’d done a hundred million times before Just another custom bed, for some person freshly dead The ground opened and I heard that twisted score
It was a party for the dead A timeless dance that never ends And I still don’t know what world I’m living in… It was a skeleton scramble
I don’t care if you don’t believe me, Thought my own eyes had decieved me The dead were dancing, thrashing all around The band was playing loud, I was spotted by the crowd And they quickly pulled me down into the ground
(band leader): Though we have died, our bones stayed alive To continue drinking up the devil’s dew We’re all bones and no meat, so relax and have a seat You can join us when your life is through Down here there’s no rest, and our band is the best And the booze seeps in through the dirt To keep dancing around and drinking the ground It’s the only thing that brings us comfort So just stay sitting there in my skeleton chair Don’t be afraid or try to set sail Cause hey, when your dead from a gash in the head You’ll learn this our haunting ail.
(gravedigger): after 20 years, digging holes to bury fears I never thought I’d find myself at home I see a scramble of bones, it’s what’s left of Mayor Jones He lived his life in Hell, now he’s at home This place is so profound, I must stay underground Just then I felt a tugging at my shirt With a heave and one great pull, he saved my mortal soul Larry came and pulled me from the dirt.
It was a party for the dead A timeless dance that never ends And I still don’t know what world I’m living in It was a skeleton scramble
(Larry): What you have seen here is not for your eyes or ears The dead have found their place, so find your own!