Marc Hudson - Dead Rats lyrics

Easter Sunday and she's dressed in black Pez machine in hand, riding a BMX Running barefoot through the graveyard, drawing pentagrams on tombstones Her bloodbath visions are for him, not me And I'm just living in your house Sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive f**ing fantasy 2000 freaks stabbed into my back Well there are certain words I won't ever believe again Is that all it means to you? A little push and a little screw? Smoke it down to the last match, there's nothing here worth left to say And I'm just living in your house Sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive f**ing fantasy I'm just living in your house Sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive f**ing fantasy Dear succubus, I miss you more than the rest But there's a little bit less divide each time I look back In the eve's of your attic, I know how to haunt Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best And I'm just living in your house Just sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive f**ing fantasy I'm just living in your house Just sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive f**ing fantasy Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves, dead rats Shallow graves, dead rats Shallow graves, dead rats I like the dark clouds the best