The Darlings of Lumberland

Yes, it's the darlings of Lumberland

Their voices are the echoes' mausoleums turned to sand

Empty hollow sockets freeze the soldiers where they stand

The darlings of Lumberland

It's getting difficult for a ghoul

Wax museum dreams are so foolish

No rehearsal, no finishing school

It's getting difficult for a ghoul

Hold my cold dead hand for a bit

Just got my cast off, I'm gonna blast off

A little melody if time permits

Hold my cold dead hand for a bit

Yes, it's the darlings of Lumberland

Pull you off the bank and by popular demand

Drag you by your mind, now you're under their command

The darlings of Lumberland

Yes, it's the darlings of Lumberland

Their voices are the echoes' mausoleums turn to sand

Empty hollow sockets freeze the soldiers where they stand

The darlings of Lumberland