By Manuel Newton
I live in a graveyard, what a pretty site,
I love to hear the wolves howl at the moonlight,
I’m friends with the devil, I like to hear him bitch,
He tells me many lies, like he can make me rich.
I sleep in a coffin, oh, the damp dingy mist,
I got worms in my pocket, maggots in the palm of my fists,
I hear the moans of dead people every now and then,
I fly like a bat free in the wind.
The smell of rotting corpses always makes my day,
I cry out to the devil, wont you come out and play,
Oh, the sweet suffering my victims do go through,
I love to hear them scream as I slice them in two.
It hasn’t always been this good, oh, it’s so sad,
I had to kill my mother, I was only a small lad,
Now I’m doomed forever, oh, isn’t it grand,
Now I’m friends with the devil, buddies with the damned.