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Dead Moon Walking On My Grave

There's a new kid on the block And he's taking my place Walking on my grave I can't stay staring down a .44 I can't stay dying on the killing floor

of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched my

believe too easily! Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made. If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave so I'll look

of language and measurable time And then we can trade places, play musical graves Till then walk away, walk away, walk away, walk away So I'm up at dawn, putting on my

I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain

hope you don't find me I'd rather be dead Than to live in your jailhouse for the rest of my days Until a jury it hangs me for my wicked ways Chorus

t interfere 'Cause he's dead as the stiffs at my feet I raise my eyes to see the heavens And only the moon looks down The harvest moon shines down! [

Take my eyes the things I've seen in this world coming to an end My reflection fades, I'm weary of these earthly bones and skin You may pass through me

the window as the moon strikes the ground. Wind blowin into the trees makin irriating sounds. Like the boys in the back of my head, but im immune. To the confined, but dragulous tune. Night grave