Lyrics
Good evening
You're listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave
Tonight's chilling episode
Death Incorporated
Can you hear the bell toll, little scarecrow?
Radio, you're burning like a star in a black hole
Did you get the memo? Pretty typo Romeo
Cutting you up like a Van Gogh
You're not fucking with us, we're not fucking with you
So you can fuck yourself and your puppet suit
You're the wizard of flaws, we've got nothing to lose
So you can fuck yourself and your little dog too
(Yeah, you can fuck yourself, we've got nothing to prove)
We are the weirdos in your stereo
Disco freak show, Death Incorporated
We are the weirdos in the microphone
Supernatural, Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated
Do you feel like a psycho? Dirty needle rodeo
Painting your disease, like a digital Picasso
Feeling so bad, that nobody's gonna need you
Spinning in your grave, but nobody's gonna hear you
We are the weirdos in your stereo
Disco freak show, Death Incorporated
We are the weirdos in the microphone
Supernatural, Death Incorporated
Hush little baby, go for a ride
We'll take a little trip to the afterlife
Hush little baby, bump in the night
Demon in the daylight, shadow in the limelight
From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah, drop the bomb
We are the weirdos in your stereo
Disco freak show, Death Incorporated
We are the weirdos in the microphone
Supernatural, Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated, let's go!
Until next time
For more haunting tales of terror and mystery
This is Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave
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