Party At The Cemetery

All the creepy teenage brats

Walk around all dressed in black

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But when you die, you can't come back

Cut marks all over her wrist

She wears long sleeves to hide the tracks

Come to the cemetery kids

Where all the demons play and dance

Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery)

Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery)

Turn me from bones to ashes

Scatter me across the grass

We were never meant to last

Life's a sick and twisted laugh

Blood is all over my hands

Day of the dead, let's gather hands

As the corpses leave the caskets

Now, let's sing along and dance

Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery)

Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery)

Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery)

Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery)