Waldfield - Cemetery lyrics

[Verse 1] ("I was down on the corner just the other day Two cats were rappin' and i heard one say") Say man, let's do something we ain't never done before ("Well let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!") ("I just stood there with my mouth open not believin' what i heard") 'Til I beat his a** down and left him bleeding on the curb Like, "f** you, Clarence, I don't like to be stared at" I scooped out his eyeballs and shoved 'em up his bare a** Then I got to looking at the sockets I had made Skullf**ed 'im tight until I came upon his brain My homie said "Hey, can I get in there next?" Yeah but use the right side... I made a mess in the left He did that, and I snuck around back My boot gave those eyeballs somethin' to look at It didn't take long before Clarence stopped struggling Which is when I said "Wait, we're forgetting something" I tied Clarence up and threw him in my mate's car The three of us all went down to the graveyard [Hook 1] So like, let's do something that we never did before ("Let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!") Is that a metaphor? Do you mean f** a corpse? ("Let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!") [Verse 2] We got there and weren't no who*es around What'd I expect? It's late, the place is locked down The only who*es here are the ones that you can dig up Just then I heard a noise from the car's trunk Oh damn, we thought that Clarence died Hey yo homie... toss me the keys to your ride I dragged Clarence out and commenced to bustin' Like, hey punk, let me tell you somethin' You made some of the greatest singles in history And your Blowfly project was pretty funny, additionally But there's only one narrator in a Waldfield jam Those who interrupt ("Could get a smack for that, man") So I give him a smack, though it hurts me to do so His skull cracks in two as he lands on a tombstone I thrust my dick into his warm, gooey brains Probing for any genius that may still remain No, it's all gone now, much to my dismay But I can't let this perfectly good body go to waste So I skullf** him again, this time with some tears though It's so bittersweet to go and murder your hero But hey, c'mere homie, let's send him off well We sing his greatest hits as his soul flies to hell [Hook 2] Remind me though, what was it again that we came here for? ("Let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!") This is too weird a request for me to ignore ("Let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!") [Verse 3] Alright man, I can grant you your wish Toss me a shovel, and let's start to dig I'll take the first shift, you be on lookout I can hit any guards with the shovel that I took out But wait, where'd he go? Where is my mate? He's over there talking to some people by the gate I jog over, and man I can't believe it Some literal prostitutes, workin' the graveyard shift And I've never had a problem gettin' in it But I'm happy to support a local independent business I pull my wallet out and give 'em fifty bucks My mate says wait a minute, hold on up Off in the distance, ambling slowly Clarence is alive, and he's comin' right fo' me I can't believe it, this guy is immortal And not just figuratively from the records he sold Each time he regenerates, he becomes stronger I don't think I wanna fight with Clarence any longer But he's picking up the pace and running at me full speed I'm pattin' my pockets like where'd I put the keys? But the prostitutes is sayin' "We can cover this, Wallid You paid us plenty. You can put away your wallet" They slash him with the daggers that they had concealed Stab him in the brain with the tips of their stiletto heels I grab my hat and get out of there, cos He may resurrect again but I won't be there when he does