1. |
Give Up the Ghost
03:12
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She was all I wanted
She was all I could think about
But then her life got haunted
That day a dead guy asked her out
Now she's on his arm
I don't know what she sees in him
Yea, he bought the farm
Wish he'd die all over again
I can't get her out of my head
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead
Well I know I can make you see
How much happier you could be
We could chat with out necromancy
You gotta give up the ghost and get with me!
We could be together
Just ditch your paranormal paramour
Cut your ghastly tether
Why can't you show him the door
I wish that you knew
I'm dying to be with you
I hate that your boo
Is spelled with two o's and no u
I can't get you out of my head
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead
You don't know what he's got in his closet
You don't know what he's got in his closet
Skeletons start to rot in his closet
Literal skeletons in his closet
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2. |
Bigfoot Beach
04:04
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Let's go
Down to where the water's warm
We can hang
With a harry unicorn
Grab your towel
I think that I remember the way
Bigfoots and
Bigfeet are both fair plurals
There'll be
Plenty of food and lots of girls
Sasquatch
Is having a barbecue today
Was it left
After the fallen pine?
Let me know
If you see the sign
Did you bring
A hat, you can borrow mine
We should be
At the beach in no time!
I'm searchin'
I'm searchin'
For Bigfoot Beach
The perfect afternoon
Is just out of reach
I can't wait for the sun and the sand
And high fiving that enormous hand
I'm searchin'
I'm searchin'
For Bigfoot Beach
Let's go
Down to where the kraken swim
Mermaids
Look like they hit the gym
If they could walk
I'm sure that they'd want to come ashore
No need
For sunscreen with that much hair
I'm gonna
Take a dip when we get there
Are we lost?
It feels like we've been this way before
Was it left
After the fallen pine?
Let me know
If you see the sign
I can't wait
To kick back and unwind
We should
Be there be by lunchtime!
I'm searchin'
I'm searchin'
For Bigfoot Beach
The perfect afternoon
Is just out of reach
I just want to ride a jetski
Holding on to that summer yeti
I'm searchin'
I'm searchin'
For Bigfoot Beach
I'm surfin'
I'm surfin'
At Bigfoot Beach
Our simian hosts are
About 8 foot each
Well, if you're in to cryptozoology
Come on down for some volleyball-ogy
I'm surfin'
I'm surfin'
At Bigfoot Beach
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3. |
Cemeterrarium
03:42
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Cemeterrarium
I've got a haunted terrarium
It's like a bone dry aquarium
Cemeterrarium
Air plant, thought that I could grow it
Had a black thumb but I didn't know it
A little green was all I wanted
Now I've got a room that's haunted
Started with a nice terrarium
Then a plant obituary-um
All their leaves are dry and browned
Rising up from underground
These plants are growing truculent
Think I've got a zombie succulent
Looks like my garden is hell-bent
On nightly botanical torment
My sense of dread is growing
Tendrils overflowing
I don't stand a chance
Living with these undead plants!
Cemeterrarium
I've got a haunted terrarium
It's like a plant mortuarium
Cemeterrarium
Ghost plants, leaves as pale as bone
Now have dominion in my home
Tried my hand at cultivation
But it'll be my ruination
I know it's me they'll terminate
If I let their offspring germinate
The only way I'll sleep again
Is rip them out, root and stem
I can't escape this creepy undead flora
Rotting in this handsome jar of horror
I really need a vicious herbivore
To save me from this gruesome spawn of spore
My fate is looking grim
These walls are closing in
In the end it's me who dies
It's my fate to fertilize!
Cemeterrarium
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4. |
Halloween
03:37
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Bonfires burning bright
Pumpkin faces in the night
I remember Halloween
Dead cats hanging from poles
Little dead are out in droves
I remember Halloween
Brown leafed vertigo
Where skeletal life is known
I remember Halloween
This day, anything goes
Burning bodies hang from poles
I remember Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Candy apples and razor blades
Little dead are soon in graves
I remember Halloween
This day, anything goes
Burning bodies hang from poles
I remember halloween
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5. |
Undead End Job
03:44
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I wake up every night and punch my way through the dirt
Just to drag my lifeless body… to work
Pour myself a hot cup of mud
Have half a doughnut, though I'm hungry for blood
I'll never get out of this place
It'll be my grave
My undead grave!
I just sit here decomposing
‘Cuz tonight, tonight I'm closing
Now I don't want to sound like a snob
But I'm not gonna rot
In this undead end job!
I come home every night and bury myself from my work
Just to get a little rest in the dirt
Now I don't feel like I'm a lucky stiff
Cus I got stuck with the graveyard shift
If you ask for the manager again
I'll eat your brains
Your meager brains!
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Grave Danger Chicago, Illinois
The world needs more ska songs about skeletons and ghosts and stuff. 666th wave ska.
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