| Last night I was digging in the cemetery
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| Up jumps a man all black and hairy
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| Well he looked at me with his beady red eyes
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| And I’m telling you I got quite a surprise
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| As I looked at him my legs turned to lead
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| As the monster reared his ugly head
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| With mud and worms hanging from his back
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| He outstretched his arms and his bones gave a crack
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| It was then that I realized it was time to go
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| So I dropped my shovel and sprang to my toes
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| I raced through the cemetery with great speed
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| But he was right there behind me, wanting to feed
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| To feed!
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| It was then that I tripped, stumbled, and fell
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| He screamed past me, heading for Hell
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| I crawled on my graveyard hands and knees
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| I got to the wall, I knew I was free
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| Free!
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| And now that I’m safe and in the street
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| It’s taught me a lesson about digging deep
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| And now at home I cannot sleep
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| 'Cause I’m always frightened of what I might meet
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| Yes I’m always frightened of what I might meet
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| Well I’m always frightened of what I might meet
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| Yes I’m always frightened of what I might meet
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| I’m always frightened of what I might
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| Aaaaaaggghh! |