Personal Graveyard Songtext
von Killola

Three cheers for vanity
It′s a tasteful shame
Faces gloomy, talking to me
Living in a horror movie
Oh, the price of fame

Twenty-one guns for sanity
How I miss you most (of all)
All good things that lifestyle brings
How could she complain?

All dressed up and if looks could kill
You'd be a lonely girl with a personal graveyard
But hey, oh no
Ain′t nobody got nothing on you

Complicated, bent on revenge
You got a speed-dial spot in the devil's address book
But hey, oh no
Ain't nobody got nothing on you


Bring on calamity
Chaos makes a house (a home)
Can′t very well un-bury
Memories you fail to carry
Show you where good girls go

She wore her heart right on her sleeve
Oh, what did it get her?
They don′t respect her, no
All good things that lifestyle brings
How could she complain?
How could she complain?

All dressed up and if looks could kill
You'd be a lonely girl with a personal graveyard
But hey, oh no
Ain′t nobody got nothing on you

Complicated, bent on revenge
You got a speed-dial spot in the devil's address book
But hey, oh no
Ain′t nobody got nothing on you