Wednesday 13 Get Your Grave On
Zombie, cadaver, what does it matter?
I’m a spook, a creep, the recently deceased
And I’m a creature, a curse, the body in the hearse
And I’m screaming bloody murder from the very first
verse
And I’m your death, your dealer, your faithful deceiver
I got maggots on the brain but I can’t complain
I got a spot in the cemetery,
Baby, that’s calling your name
Get your grave, get your grave on, baby
Start rotting away
I’m dying just to hear you say
Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby
[x2]
Monster, a fiend, the body at the scene
Take your wrist, a razor, do yourself a favor
I’m your ghoul, your host, the ghost that wants the
most
Now lick your lips, bitch, here’s another f..cking dose
And I love blood, guts and all that violent stuff
I like guns, knives, taking people’s lives
Got all the creatures in the casket screaming
Baby, won’t you come inside
Get your grave, get your grave on, baby
Start rotting away
I’m dying just to hear you say
Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby
[x2]
Baby
Baby
Get your grave, get your grave on, baby
Start rotting away
I’m dying just to hear you say
Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby
[x2]
