The graveyard sits by the prescott mill.
Where my old man lost his arm,
The graveyard sits by the prescott mill.
And for that I was ready to kill.
Where my old man lost his arm,
But he just looked tired,
And for that I was ready to kill.
And said: ’don’t bury me near that place.’
But he just looked tired,
And said: don’t bury me near that place.
When he finally died
I was in the desert war.
When he finally died
But no one makes a funeral wait,
I was in the desert war.
So they dressed him up in his wedding clothes,
But no one makes a funeral wait,
And buried him by the mill,
So they dressed him up in his wedding clothes,
In the place he said he’d never stay.
And buried him by the mill,
In the place he said he’d never stay.
All you gotta do, is look around.
You can change the darkness
All you gotta do, is look around.
Into somethin’ proud.
You can change the darkness
But up in the graveyard,
Into somethin’ proud.
Some things never change.
But up in the graveyard,
Some things never change.
Came back stateside,
Tried to set things right.
Came back stateside,
Drove out to the graveyard,
Tried to set things right.
Underneath a half-moon sky.
Drove out to the graveyard,
With a pick and a shovel
Underneath a half-moon sky.
I started turning over stones.
With a pick and a shovel
I started turning over stones.
Just past midnight
I got cornered by some lights.
Just past midnight
Two sirens howlin’,
I got cornered by some lights.
Patrol cars coming down from both sides.
Two sirens howlin’,
The sheriff put on the handcuffs.
Patrol cars coming down from both sides.
Said: ’a night in jail will cool your head.’
The sheriff put on the handcuffs.
Said: a night in jail will cool your head.
All you gotta do, is look around.
You can change the darkness
All you gotta do, is look around.
Into somethin’ proud.
You can change the darkness
But up in the graveyard,
Into somethin’ proud.
Some things never change.
But up in the graveyard,
Some things never change.
Now he still lies ’neath the mill fire smoke.
A good man to his well-made bed,
Now he still lies ’neath the mill fire smoke.
Another ten, just ready to go.
A good man to his well-made bed,
But the ground there don’t rest easy,
Another ten, just ready to go.
’cause he won’t let it rest that way.
But the ground there don’t rest easy,
’cause he won’t let it rest that way.
You can bury deep, but you won’t forget.
A heart will never leave you alone,
You can bury deep, but you won’t forget.
Even if you want to be left,
A heart will never leave you alone,
Up in the graveyard
Even if you want to be left,
Where some things never change.
Up in the graveyard
Where some things never change.
All you gotta do, is look around.
You can change the darkness
All you gotta do, is look around.
Into somethin’ proud.
You can change the darkness
But up in the graveyard,
Into somethin’ proud.
Some things never change.
But up in the graveyard,
Some things never change.
Some things never change. x3
Some things never change. x3
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