No one knows where
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I buried my sweet Virgina Madison
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the winter chill falls over me
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and keeps me numb inside
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under the moon by the edge of town
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she quietly waits for me
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I promised it wouldn't be too long
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till I returned to sleep with her
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she says she don't wanna live no more
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well I don't mind
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no I don't mind
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so now I'm waitin' for the crack of dawn
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to head on back there
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to the place where me and her will always be
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now I got my Sunday vest
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and I'm headed out that door
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dig my fingers deep in soil just to get to her
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all dressed in black and she's so pale
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she's waiting there for me
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a blanket of soil covers us
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to fall asleep in eternity
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and now I close my eyes
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when I awake with a snap it was all a dream
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I gotta empty bottle of something under me
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I gotta really bad headache
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my clothes are soaking wet
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at times like this I wish I hadn't slept
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star locked gaze, uneasy hands
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then the dream fades away
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and leaves my head
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another riddle another dream
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another fucked up fantasy
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gotta learn to stay away from all this LSD
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Exhumation Of Virgina Madison
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Strung Out |