Graveyard Flair

Creeping down the avenue at half-past dead

With a pocket full of copper and a spinning head (haha)

The headstones dance in the cold moonlight

We're not going home tonight

Lock the shutters, turn the lights down low

Get ready for the midnight show (oh-oh-oh)

Shake the dust off your prettiest shroud

Sing it with the ghouls and scream it out loud

Welcome to our beautiful tomb Underneath the heavy winter gloom (yeah)

Spiders in the parlor spinning silver lace

We put a little paint on a pale white face (ooh-ooh)

No heartbeat left but we keep the pace

Living in a wicked state of grace

Shake the dust off your prettiest shroud

Sing it with the ghouls and scream it out loud

Welcome to our beautiful tomb

Underneath the heavy winter gloom

We're not going home tonight

No, we're never going home (hahaha)