I love to dance with cemetery girls
The moon comes out, the earth unfurls
No time to waste, the hours fade
They come awake - the dead parade

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Fresh souls in the cornfield
Anthony put them there
And it's good, it's real good

I love to kiss the cemetery girls
Their lips are hard, blank eyes like pearls
I call them up, they come to me
A zombie pomp - pure ecstasy

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I love to sleep with cemetery girls
Their legs are cold, sweet dusty curls
Pale, pale breasts pressed to my cheek
When we make love stiff muscles creak

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I love to love the cemetery girls
I love to love the cemetery girls
I love to love the cemetery girls
I wish they all could be cemetery girls

Yeah.