Grave Violaters

A dirty tombstone Marbled, cracked and crushed Sulking on top of a crypt Smoking angel dust Driving through the neighborhood Sifting through the crowd Stomping through the main streets Bumping every male People talk and stare Tiny corpses, empty out Pale mother fixes Spine rammed through Rotten bucket heads "We pulled some more corpses Bigger ones this time We'd lay 'em down on the grave, one at a time And take a big, huge piece of a headstone we broke And smash the head like a rotten melon" Graveyard desecrated Rotten red behind us Rotted body scattered On the broken stone again