Lyrics Call of the Dead - Almost, Maine

Call of the Dead

The taste of her electric cherry lips
From that first nostalgic kiss
Sparks a whole new dimension of drivel and drama
A streak of the bad luck, maybe it’s karma
Intoxicating or just toxic
Addictive like a strong narcotic
But I can see the writing’s on the wall
Caught in a corner I’ve been
Playing games to see what happens
A cymbal-banging monkey after all
Samantha, your beckon’s like a call to the dead
And while I feel like the living
Your touch has got me crawling back
Samantha, I know you’ll be my deepest regret
But the crave of your flesh
Has left me feeling the call of the dead
And buried, I still feel her disease
It’s gotten through to my bones
And run me out of control
While it’s tempting
The mystery ain’t much worth the cost
When I get down, she lets me down and
All I’ve saved is but another loss
Caught in her caper again
She’s like a carcinogen
Delirious, I’m taken after all
Samantha, your beckon’s like a call to the dead
And while I feel like the living
Your touch has got me crawling back
Samantha, I know you’ll be my deepest regret
But the crave of your flesh
Has left me feeling the call of the dead
Samantha Emilia Abigail
Queen of carnage, name of nightmares
Celebrating all you love with a Molotov cocktail
I’m caught in the crosshairs
You’re a calculated thief
Who’s brutal and tactless
Stealing souls for your mantelpiece
Another act for a petty actress
The things you say
Oh so belligerent in every way
And it’s clear to me the mistake I’ve made
Choosing you is like choosing to be with the undead!
Ah ha ha ha!
Samantha, your beckon’s like a call to the dead
And while I feel like the living
Your touch has got me crawling back
Samantha, I know you’ll be my deepest regret
But the crave of your flesh
Has left me feeling the call of the dead