Remember the old days of singing in the graveyard Over the hills and far away Singing with the dead, dancing for the zombies Oh what joy we had those days A bonfires lit and a crucifix is burning Chanting is channelled thunders on its way Bats are squealing rain comes pouring Head for the vaults till the very next day I inherited my first ouija board When I was age of 7 we took it to the graveyard And sat it on a stone We summoned up the spirits who scared away the demons The ouija board was burnt on a certain later day A witch once told me to never play with life A wizard once said to stay away from flames And the Voodoo doctor told me don't put the dead in torment I used to be afraid of ghosts BUT NOW I'M ONE MYSELF!!!