Blue Mountain red eye
We gotta stop the Graveyard Guys
Pen a cursed verse and sing
The evils of the bong you bring
In the pouring rain on a country rain
was a hiker hitching rides
So we put him in the back of the hearse for a snack
but he had a surprise....
He pulled out a spliff and took a big whiff
of that poisonous potpourri
We abandoned his ass and then ran out of gas
on the way to studio 13
But we found a haunted shack BBQing people meat out back
So we ordered up a feast. We're eating meat of the deceased
We were drugged and woke up
In a house full of psychos
Skankin to the riddim of the chainska
Think they're gonna hack my limbs off
Maniac rudeboy shows up in a 3 piece skin suit
Skin mask, checkerboard skin shoes.
NOW THE MASSACRE WILL BEGIN
(murder sounds)
Hanging in a shanty shack
with a hook dug in my back
Among the stalks of ganja weed
Cursed duppy leaf
Gotta get out. Gotta get down
and get goin to the Graveyard Guys
But a killer with a chainsaw, hemp leather scofflaw,
sentenced us die.
Dancing and chanting, they're skanking while they're planting
blood for the crops to grow. I'm on the chopping block for 'dro.
Smelling gas then a guy in a mask bashed in my fucking skull
But in my head was a spider web! The undead can't be culled.
I bit through my chains with my monsterous fangs
and then I began to flee
Through their sickening crop. For a moment I thought
I saw GRAVEBONES running after me.
In the light of the full moon
like a dimly lit court room
I can see the glowing eyes
of the fucked up Graveyard Guys
We were drugged and woke up
In a house full of psychos
Skankin to the riddim of the chainska
Think they're gonna hack my limbs off
Maniac rudeboy shows up in a 3 piece skin suit
Skin mask, checkerboard skin shoes.
Leather face made of hemp!