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Meet at the Cemetery
This is where I live
Meet me at the cemetery to make your final bid
One suitcase and one long gown
This is where I am bound
Bones and bones meet  with bones
Dead bones, dried bones, broken bones
Bones whose flesh is separated by death, 
Bones crying out in the night, 
Bones getting ready for the big fight
Meet me at the cemetery I want to tell you a story
He died sometimes last year and now
He is walking in the cemetery in total despair
He is cussing and shouting, and creating havoc
Everyone locks up behind their doors too frighten to come out
As the dead bone prowl from town to town.
Smashing window pane and burning tires in the street
With broken foot and broken arms a headless soldier without arm
Ascend from its grave in search of its severed head.
It is hiding behind the tombstone waiting for me and you
It is making a strange sound and it is running up and down
Meet me at the cemetery and I will take you to my property
I will show you around and strike a deal with you before you are through 
Meet me at the cemetery where the old lady is buried
put chrysanthemum and marigold  around her tomb to make her happy
The old man is still mourning for his lost soul, he passed away at noon and, he is buried on the other side of the big room
Meet me at the cemetery before the break of dawn so that I can see what is going on the lawn
The dogs are barking and cats are mating inside the cemetery.
Meet me at the cemetery and walk on the left side and you will see a monument on the right side and hundreds of soldiers are taking their rest
 Hundreds of names engraved on the beaten wall
They are names of soldiers who died to become stars
Meet me at the cemetery to discuss the new plans to buy the 
New van
You will see white cross line up in accurate rows 
The are the symbols of fallen men of long ago.
Their graves are surround by white picket fences,
to remember where they once stand 
I have been hanging out at the cemetery before the day begins
I am hanging out at the cemetery because I am determined to win
I watch the people come and go nursing sorrows deep down in their soul and at midnight when the ghost begin to fight, I sit in the cemetery and watch the procession all night 
Meet me at the cemetery and let me tell you the truth
The mystery began before the world met me and you
Meet me at the cemetery before the ceremony begins
Dead man tell no tales and I have nothing to share
In heaven there is no shame and you better bear the pain
I am working on the plans, and I have the upper hand
Meet me at the cemetery to talk about the substitute plan
Walk around the road and I will wait for you in the park 
Yesterday I met him in the park but it was very dark
The sun had gone down and I could not have fun
The cold wind brushes over my tired flesh and
I continue working until I was almost out of breath
As the evening drew nigh I could hear your silent cry
The music played loud over the distance and I could
Hear everything
Meet me at Darwin Cemetery
On the second floor at the airport
They are dead but I Live!
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