Living in a house, right by the grave,
sleeping on a bed of bones I have saved.
Don't have no friends so I went to the dead,
wish I was a skull so I shaved my head.
I sleep in the graves and snuggle with bones,
scratching my eyes out and chewing on toads.
My house and the graveyard that's all I've got,
oh yeah and the skulls -
They like me a lot.
One summer night, I was sleeping in the grave,
and to my surprise it started to rain.
My bed filled with water - I started to drown,
on the surface I could see the bones floating around.
My friends all leaving they started to cry,
I tried to save them but they waved goodbye.
Now I'm all alone in this drenched cemetery,
maybe I'll get some fish -