
Graveyard Blues Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Scrabble round the gravel and the dirt
Dashing round the graves for all I'm worth
Filling up my can from the old stand-pipe
In purgatory we have such a thirst
'Cus I am the freshest underground
It falls to me to get in all the rounds
Praying for the death of the old or young
To free me from this job to which I'm bound
Yeah, I'm working the graveyard now
Yeah, I'm working the graveyard now
What ever happened to my Rest In Peace?
The cries of the corpses never cease
Pointing to their mouths as their jaw bones gape
Begging for their water on their knees
No sooner have I finished with the last
The thirst is back upon the first
Never ending plight til the morning light
Willing for the day to bring a hearse
Yeah, I'm working the graveyard now
Yeah, I'm working the graveyard now
Yeah, an' nobody packed my shoes
Yeah, I'm working the graveyard
Working the graveyard now!
An' all I get is... Slake my thirst! Slake my thirst! Slake my thirst!
Yeah, all I get is... Slake my thirst! Slake my thirst! Slake my thirst!
Old man Stonley, 73
Hit by a branch from the lightning tree
Pat O'Malley, 41
Stung by a bee on his sticky bun
Sergeant Meenan, 52
Stabbed through the heart by the Reilly Crew
Mickey Reilly, 24
Found in a heap by his own front door
Lisa Brody, you know what she did?
She opened her wrists with an old tin lid
I heard a rumour the farmer's son
Just put a hole in his head with his own bolt gun…
Amen!