Oh, shit!
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Get down, get low. Turn the radio on,
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You're invited to a graveyard party tonight.
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Punk is heavy and the moon is full,
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Dead never looked to beautiful.
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Gonna dance all night, ('Till the sun goes down)
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'Cause we're all dead. (We don't give a fuck)
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So start a party, Red, dosh and doe,
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'Cause this is a stormy rodeo.
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Frankenstein is about to wreck the gate.
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A bat is about to eat his tea.
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The fires scratching down in the movie soon.
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Has Dracula spiked the punch with blood?
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We put the fun in 'Funeral'.
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Coffin kiss,
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From that which you can not escape.
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Misery,
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Another reason to guard the gate.
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What happened to the life of the party?
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I'm not kidding, we're all dead.
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Now everybody's passed out, face down.
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The sun is rising and the fire has faded away,
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And even if we have to move it to the next town,
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We're gonna rock it, this week anyway.
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D-I-E... We won't be dead forever.
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Fuck yeah.
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We Put The Fun In Funeral
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Motionless In White |