Graveyard Parade

Lyrics

Verse 1
Black robe draggin’ through the dirt, yeah I came back pissed
Shovel in my fist, diggin’ names off a hit list
Muddy boots on marble, crack the stone, pull the casket
If they said I wouldn’t make it, now they sleepin’ in my bracket

I talk to the ground, that bitch talk back
“Who you want first?” it ask, I laugh, “Bring ‘em all, stack”
Worms in they teeth, cold hands through the wood
Snap chains on the tomb, now they up to no good (wake up)

Eyes glow sick, ribs show through the ribs
Jaw hang loose, but they know what it is
Point at the town, “Go feast on the crowd”
Thunder in the distance, they marchin’ so loud (yeah)

Chorus
Raisin’ the dead, let ‘em run through the block
Every last soul get dragged to the plot
You prayed at the church, now you pray that I stop
But I’m sendin’ my corpses to spin on your spot

Graveyard parade when I open that gate
All my buried little soldiers comin’ back for the hate
You can scream, you can beg, but it’s already late
When I rise up the dead, you get ate, you get ate (yeah)

Verse 2
Tombstone throne, I sit where your granddad rot
Snap my fingers, his bones climb out that plot
He don’t love you, he love the hunt, that’s fact
He remember every time you ain’t lookin’ back (run)

Moonlight drip on the pitchfork tips
Rot on they breath, dry blood on they lips
Kick in your door, whole house go still
Curtains pull tight while they crawl to the sill

You text your friends like, “Yo, what’s that sound?”
That’s your childhood pet draggin’ nails on the ground
I raised him too, stitches on his face all fresh
Set him loose through the kitchen, leave a mess, leave a mess

Chorus
Raisin’ the dead, let ‘em run through the block
Every last soul get dragged to the plot
You prayed at the church, now you pray that I stop
But I’m sendin’ my corpses to spin on your spot

Graveyard parade when I open that gate
All my buried little soldiers comin’ back for the hate
You can scream, you can beg, but it’s already late
When I rise up the dead, you get ate, you get ate (yeah)

Bridge
Beat drops half-time, choir swells
I don’t need peace, I speak to the soil
Whisper one curse, watch the whole town spoil
Street by street, hear the slow drag feet
Every fresh heartbeat is a fresh new treat (come here)

Chorus
Raisin’ the dead, let ‘em run through the block
Every last soul get dragged to the plot
You prayed at the church, now you pray that I stop
But I’m sendin’ my corpses to spin on your spot

Graveyard parade when I open that gate
All my buried little soldiers comin’ back for the hate
You can scream, you can beg, but it’s already late
When I rise up the dead, you get ate, you get ate (yeah)