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Plainfield Cemetary (Deranged) · House by the Cemetary (Mortician) · House by the Cemetary (Mortician) · Good Charlotte [Reissue Bonus Track] (Good Charlotte) · Good Charlotte/The Young & the Hopeless (Good Charlotte) · A Tribute to Good Charlotte (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Good Charlotte (United Punks of America) · Good Charlotte/The Chronicles of Life and Death (Good Charlotte) · Good Charlotte/The Young & the Hopeless (Good Charlotte) · Good Charlotte (Good Charlotte) – and 90 other albums »


Let's dance! Uh
(Yes ma'am
Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance? 
Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight. 
Where we going? 
I'll
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry

No sex, no
Charlotte wakes when she hears the croons
Of candy canes and singing spoons
Hush, Amanda, now don't you weep
Your dolls will sing you back to sleep
Then
Santa
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all
feeds the monkey, then she feeds the cat

I'll talk, I'll talk they live by the sea
Surrounded by a cemetery
If you get tired come up for some tea
Passing by a cemetery,
I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil.
I see an old man fingering his
a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there's nothing to remind me of that
Old
you up

I got a heart at the cemetery
No cheers they're really scary
R.i.p., r.i.p. yeah, r.i.p, man right by me
Second verse sounds good to me
lullaby

Charlotte wakes when she hears the croons
Of candy canes and singing spoons
Hush, Amanda, now don't you weep
Your dolls will sing you back
parched dry 
By too many years 
Brittle cracked age 
Falls like dust 
If you think you've found 
Your chance wishing on a coin 
Good luck to you
the headlights the other half behind
She passed a military truck by a cemetery wall
I guess good luck is better than no luck at all

The moon sees you,
'Cept you, yeah you

Used to run in the cemetery
Dance and run and sing when I was a child
And it never seemed strange
Now I just pass mournfully by
Without warning without name tearing through the ground they came
No tomb will hold them coffins crack earth is spewing bodies back
Cemeteries once
way to a half-way house
And there a little grey-haired woman on a life long mission 
Took him by the hand, said, "Boy, now you listen." 

[Chorus:]
a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there's nothing to remind me of that
Old
a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there's nothing to remind me of that
Old
cemeteries
HE'S forever buried
HOW by any means necessary
I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order
I'm here to promise to keep my child in order
'Til
"Are you having a good time?" (dog barking in backbround)
"Aren't you?"
"Uh"
"No?"
"I don't know"


Nails and grenades
But I'm under
can

Get down to business
I think it's time I paid a little visit
To my run down neighborhood cemetery
To tally up the people I buried
57, 58, 59,
killed
My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour