Cemetery - Strung Out

An electric concrete fantasy

Where the billboards keep on warning me

That if I don’t keep moving, I’ll get stuck in this place

Where nobody gets out alive

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The sun holds no regrets

The natives sway under arrest

As all the stars fall from the sky

Now we’ve all sold our souls

We’re just waiting for the show

To begin here at the edge

What the hell we doing here

We’re everywhere

But no one’s here

Bodies in motion, desperate motion

The angels have all gone insane

I know I’ll never be the same so let it ride

We’re going for a ride

Now we’ve all sold our souls

We’re just waiting for the show

To begin here at the edge

Now I watch those zombies celebrate

The burning of their favorite heretics and demigods

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles