Got my corpse paint on in the woods with my tape of "I want the one I can't have" Recorded about fifty fuckin times in my walkman to stay, 'cause it's my nightmare matinee today, but pray let's not make this into a lip service, okay? Or a church service play, 'cause funeral's serve us for an extended stay. Return policy holders candle lights cold shoulders' descents towards early graves. Candle light mass graves on Christmas this may.