Wednesday 13 - Get Your Grave On lyrics

Zombie, cadaver, what does it matter? I’m a spook, a creep, the recently deceased And I’m a creature, a curse, the body in the hearse And I’m screaming bloody murder from the very first verse And I’m your d**h, your dealer, your faithful deceiver I got maggots on the brain but I can’t complain I got a spot in the cemetery, Baby, that’s calling your name Get your grave, get your grave on, baby Start rotting away I’m dying just to hear you say Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby [x2] Monster, a fiend, the body at the scene Take your wrist, a razor, do yourself a favor I’m your ghoul, your host, the ghost that wants the most sponsored links Now lick your lips, b**h, here’s another f**ing dose And I love blood, guts and all that violent stuff I like guns, knives, taking people’s lives Got all the creatures in the casket screaming Baby, won’t you come inside Get your grave, get your grave on, baby Start rotting away I’m dying just to hear you say Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby [x2] Baby Baby Get your grave, get your grave on, baby Start rotting away I’m dying just to hear you say Life’s a grave, now dig it, baby [x2]