Graveyard Songtext
von Evil Ebenezer & C-Lance

Yo, look man

There′s a storm brewing over the horizon, son
It's the final countdown, yeah, the time′s begun
It's uh, now or never, yeah, my time has come
Better prepare for war, ain't no time for fun

Eyes on the road, knuckles white as snow
Cold lines in my nose like icicles
The highs and lows, the miles that I drove
Just to get back home with my tires all blown
Ain′t no turning back, had to get this money right
Every night I ask the Lord for some sunny skies
I slid from the North Shore to Champlain Heights
In my ′89 Olds with a busted tail light

Called up my Russians in the West by the bridge
They came here in '89 when they fled from Berlin
They took me under their wing and treated me like kin
Then one day they vanished like some ghosts in the wind


Yeah, meet me in the graveyard, meet me in the graveyard
By the fence with a wrench and a chainsaw
By the Brownsville pub by the train yard
Rip your face off like Nic Cage in Face/Off
Little shorty saw me hard, that′s a brainwash
It's a cakewalk, I got the game locked
I′m the name that they say when they name drop
I put the pain on my tape 'til my veins pop

We′re not taking any pictures with you suckers on the benches
Talk to my apprentice, he's a menace with a sentence
Rotten to the core from the wars in the desert
Put a huge hole through your mouth like a dentist
It all came in a dream one night
Laying in bed, feet sore from chasing this bread
I should be taking my meds and making new friends
Not breaking my legs chasing all these dead ends

When will it end? Closed off, still in the den
Pressure that I've applied hit deep as a dent

Did a lot of wrongdoing so I vent and repent
I don′t feel right if I never make an attempt
Private life, so you not welcome to this event
Exclusive, you′re too elusive with the things you pretend
It's make believe, making rounds to round up a percent
Spit on fire, the reason they say I′m a hell of a gent
Two dapple, went to school with the tool clappers
Out to chase the root but don't chase what the fool′s after
Light speed, years away, the future is past, yo


Church in the wild, should really go see a pastor
They passed something to me that got darker than castor
I stood the test of time like castle bastards

Toxic ass world is a hazard
Put it in the graveyard and don't dig up that casket

Meet me in the graveyard, meet me in the graveyard
By the fence with a wrench and a chainsaw
By the Brownsville pub by the train yard
Rip your face off like Nic Cage in Face/Off
Little shorty saw me hard, that′s a brainwash
It's a cakewalk, I got the game locked
I'm the name that they say when they name drop
I put the pain on my tape ′til my veins pop