Well my, my, what an awful mess. What does a ghost like you do in a place like this? Just rinse and repeat: “you don’t exist, you don’t exist”. So drop dead as best as you can. How about you be me, and well, I’ll be damned! (In glam) Cause you know that’s just the way I am! So cue the life support (When you build it up and it all burns down) Please, just cut the cord (Would you pick me up, or put me in the ground?) Baby set me free! Don’t say a prayer for me, I’ll be your tragedy. And when I start to bleed You’ll sharpen your teeth! Well the walls did speak, and they know all about all the things that you only seem to believe When you think that someone might be listening (And they don’t forget) If you are the reaper, then I am the living dead. And you can only kill me when I say you can. Don’t say a prayer for me, I’ll be your tragedy. And when I start to bleed, Will you carry me? When they put me to sleep And end me tragically, I’m begging you oh please Why did you have to sharpen your teeth? Listen, I used to keep a hope alive. But I never expected that the hand that would end it would be mine. Well, meet your defeat. Oh just try and forget about all of the times that you said that you “get what you give”. Well, you get what you give ‘til you don’t, don’t, da-da-Darling, if you let me I will make you a man. Die a little slower if you can. I’m not scared. So I better never see you around here. And we know how to make people disappear. This is how The Funeral does fear. So, what does a ghost like you do in a place like this?
