Dead Rats

Easter Sunday and she's dressed in black
 Pez machine in hand, riding a bmx
 Running barefoot through the graveyard drawing pentagrams on tombstones
 Her bloodbath visions are for him not me
 And I'm just living in your house
 Sleeping in your bed
 It was a nice dream but it was a night fucking mare to see
 Two thousand freaks stabbed into my back
 Well there are certain words I won't ever believe again
 Is that all it means to you a little push and a little screw?
 Smoke it down to the last match there's nothing here worth left to say
 And I'm just living in your house
 Sleeping in your bed
 It was a nice dream but it was a night fucking mare to see
 I'm just living in your house
 Sleeping in your bed
 It was a nice dream but it was a night fucking mare to see
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 Dear succubus I miss you more than the rest
 But there's a little bit less divide each time I look back
 In the eve's of your attic I know how to haunt
 Shallow graves for all dead rats I like the dark clouds the best
 And I'm just living in your house
 Just sleeping in your bed
 It was a nice dream but it was a night fucking mare to see
 I'm just living in your house
 Just sleeping in your bed
 It was a nice dream but it was a night fucking mare to see
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 Shallow graves for all dead rats I like the dark clouds the best
 Shallow graves for all dead rats I like the dark clouds the best
 Shallow graves for all dead rats I like the dark clouds the best
 Shallow graves for all dead rats I like the dark clouds the best
 Shallow graves for all dead rats I like the dark clouds the best
 Shallow graves for all dead rats I like the dark clouds the best
 Shallow graves dead rats
 Shallow graves dead rats
 Shallow graves dead rats
 I like the dark clouds the best