Mobs Make Meals Out Of Men Like Me Songtext
von Vampire Money

Falling through the
Mausoleum
Trying to hit the lights
Stone cold tomb, my
Old bedroom, I′m
Home suits me just right

The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers

Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin′
Hand

Hand me my stake, fourteen
Day to die, many more
Ways to lie, to every
One outside, are they really gonna


Kill me now, are they really gonna
Clear me out, are they really gonna
Torch my house, well that's never something
I'd allow

The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers

Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won′t
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin′
Hand


Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you′re out of this world
Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you′re out of this world
Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you′re out of this world

The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers

Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won′t
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin′
Hand