Her lips were like a rosebud blossom Her eyes were hazel brown Her smile could calm down the storm She was the prettiest girl in town For reason still unknown to me She looked at me dumbstruck But little did this lady knew Of my goddamn graveyard luck
We walked together hand in hand Like wolf along the lamb We made a long walk to the night The air was cold and damp Her kiss did taste like warm spring rain No I cannot pass the buck But still like sword of Damoclees Felt my goddamn graveyard
The moon was full, her eyes were bright Her heartbeat I could feel As we laid down in grasses tall Her body ran with thrill I kissed her lips, I held her tight I bid her farewell The moon gleamed upon my switchblade As my luck sent her to Hell…