The Young Werewolves
graveyard of love
White faced ghoul
Full moon bright
The dead dance here
With me tonight
Rising now, dead no more
I scratched your name on the coffin door
Stuck inside of my head
Oh nothinâ here seems right
In the graveyard of love
Iâm a corpse tonight
I try to rise up
And live again
A zombie in this haze
Howlinâ âtil the end
Do the hot tears flow
On a warm summerâs night
Does that permanent smile
On your wrist feel right
With a black catâs howl
And your own screams
Oh why is nothinâ
Ever what it seems