Lyrics Maniac Spider Trash

Maniac Spider Trash

Ballad of the Dead

They zipped the bag over my head

On Halloween night, I was pronounced dead

The hearse drove me straight to my grave

You all looked down on me as the lid closed over my head

Being dead is so much fun I won't see the sun rise again

I take this casket to be my lawful wed

My tombstone marks my place

Another forgotten soul A forgotten face

Your throwing flowers down on me

We all live in the garden, the garden of misery

I feel so cold

Six feet under reality's digging in who do I answer to

No more chances when you're dead

Icy cold feelings chill inside

I've crossed the line between dead and alive