From the Eustace Lufgren Welcomes You to Funkytown EP.
Tell me the story of the doghouse alight
Speak of the glory and whisper tonight
That the flames won't engulf the seven seas
That you'll never let the truth come back to me
Sell off the interest of your sheeply nacht-mares
Catch your last breath and fade down the stairs
There's naught but an skelington in the hemlock tonight
Yes, he say, naught but an skelington tonight
Uhhuh, he say, naught but an skelington tonight
Spread out the news that you've hooked me into
Publish the omens resounding anew
And the bogtrees won't shed another tear
For the life that they would soon let disappear
Sell off the interest of your sheeply nacht-mares
Catch your last breath and fade down the stairs
There's naught but an skelington in the hemlock tonight
Yes, he say, naught but an skelington tonight
Oh baby, he say, naught but an skelington tonight
And when you've bagged your packs this one last time
Say a quick prayer for the rest of mine
And raise up your glass to toast the next end of time
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