Graveyard Songtext
von McCafferty

Prom Queen′s pulling up like she never fucking saw it
Gun up to her head, c'mon, baby, make a promise
Loser′s pulling up, with a gun inside his pocket
Asshole's gonna act like they never fucking caused it

Parents pulling up to the crime scene now
And I'm screaming, "Mommy, please don′t let him take me down!"
But loser′s pulling up, with a gun inside his pocket
Asshole's gonna act like they never fucking caused it

The last thing she said was, "I am so sorry"
But c′mon, sweetheart, don't give me apologies
Where is my mom? This can′t be my mom
Where is my dad? This can't be my dad


It′s dark around here, real dark around here
I've heard that song here like ten times before
I've realised it now that I was the darkness
Realised it now that you were the light
It′s dark around here, real dark around here
I′ve heard that song here like ten times before
I've realised it now that I was the darkness
Realised it now that you were the light

But I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
I hang out where I belong, in the darkness

I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
I hang out where, I hang out where


The last thing she said was, "I am so sorry"
But c′mon, sweetheart, don't give me apologies
Where is my mom? This can′t be my mom
Where is my dad? This can't be my dad
It′s dark around here, real dark around here
I've heard that song here like ten times before
I've realised it now that I was the darkness
Realised it now that you were the light
It′s dark around here, real dark around here
I′ve heard
I've realised it now that I was the darkness
I realised it now that you were the light

I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
I hang out where, I hang out where

I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
I hang out where, I hang out where
Oh no

It may be that the ghosts will wash us down
It may be we shall touch the happy isles and see the great Achilles, whom we knew
Though much is taken, much abides
And though we are not near that strength, which in old days moved Earth and Heaven
That which we are, we are
When equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate
But strong in will, to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield