Headstones - Cemetery Lyrics
I got a gal who lives on the wrong side of townI know what I like and man you know I sure know howIt's the other side, another placeI like it here, no accounting for tasteI can't think of nothing when I'm with herBut the wind and the rain and the cemetery dirtWent down to the cemetery looking for loveGot there and my baby was buried - I had to dig her up18,000 miles across nowhere landI'm scratching and I'm spitting, there ain't nobody listening, and things are kind of getting out of handThre's only one point that I'd like to makeThese kinds of things deteriorateIt's the gospel truth manAnd she's embalmed in love juice