Yes, I’m going to the graveyard
And I’m casting out my stone
Yes, I’m going to the graveyard
And I’m casting out my stone
Ain’t the highway cold at night
When you’re driving home alone
I was dreamin’ ’bout the witches
And how they weld with flame
I was thinkin’ noble death
Eatin’ at the ocean’s waves
When this wh#rehouse is on fire
All the rounders can’t get laid
Yes my brother’s come undone
And he’s cryin’ in my arms
And the stray dog burnt my street down
Stirrin’ up the ghosts of Rome
When this wh#rehouse is on firе
Don’t this kitchen feel like home
Whеn this wh#rehouse is on fire
Don’t this kitchen feel like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
Like home
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