Prof - Tombstones

Got me walking through tombstones Would you meet me in the ground? Got me walking through tombstones Would you meet me in the ground? Everybody got hurt everybody went deaf in twenty Blind rage in a suicide pact to get left with nothing Rumor’s that you’re perfect, well you don’t say? Everybody’s building coffins just so they can have their own place Six feet deep getting comfy burning bridges have your own way Another six feet deep let’s outlaw improvement, buddy pass the rosé You can’t push daisies when the ground’s unfertile The grim reaper follows us ’bout everywhere we go Got me walking through tombstones Would you meet me in the ground? Got me walking through tombstones Would you meet me in the ground? Hey Fancy meeting you here, I thought that you’s afraid of bones Why are your skeletons on display? I thought you had them safe at home Russian roulette would suit us perfect No skipping turns in graveyards, it’s no mercy They want to see a crash but they don’t want the blood They want to see my movie but they won’t let me cuss They want to feel some pain but they don’t want to touch They want to see the painting but don’t dare show the brush You can’t push daisies when the ground’s unfertile The grim reaper follows us ’bout everywhere we go Got me walking through tombstones Would you meet me in the ground? Got me walking through tombstones Would you meet me in the ground? Hey You can’t push daisies when the grounds unfertile The grim reaper follows us ’bout everywhere we go