The pale white-collared gentlemen, they're coming side by side
The holy court of justice, to a meeting in the night
They do not talk - they do not smile - they think and that's enough
They will not make their judgement till the moons rise off above
And of a thousand soldier boys
- At last they've made their choice
Another victim soon arrives at Graveyard Paradise
And there's a smiling, little girl, whose dinner been a snail
It's hard for her to walk she's got her brother in a pail
Her father's lying in the mud, her mother's murdered too
Her bloody eyes can't even see, and she don't know what to do
- But the pale white-collared guys
- Those desperate vampires
They're watching her with bloodshot eyes from Graveyard Paradise
Yes, everything is black and cold in Graveyard Paradise
And when somebody is talking there is it just to tell you lies
The pale white-collared gentlemen - oh yes I saw them as they stood
- Outside the Graveyard gates they would be laughing if they could
And when somebody dies - when the moons rise in the skies
- They're watching you with bloodshot eyes from Graveyard Paradise
