A man was coming home late one night
When he was struck by a chilling sight
Cemetery walls, a ticking sound
Just when he thought there was no one around
So he set out to investigate
Fiercely opening the iron gates
He saw a figure, a silhouette
And so he was fear's own marionette
But what he saw when he approached
The gravedigger with dirty clothes
He sighed, relief, and thanked his maker
Praise the lord, its just the undertaker
He said “old chap, why you work so late?”
The man replied, “would you believe it mate?
In the tombstone they mispelled my name
And still they buried me just the same”
Hahahaha
The ghoul put down his engraving tool
As skeletons rise up from all their tombs
Our hero cried as he ran away
Skelletons dancing from night till day
New England psych-punk veterans the Prefab Messiahs are back to expand your mind with a sardonic set of sonic nuggets. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2021