A gothic industrial carnival of those who have departed. At Club Cemetery they're just dying to get in.
Lyrics
The Walk brothers bit the dust
On cemetery curve one night
They met a tree doing ninety three
Twas not a pretty sight to see
Out on twenty-two it was
Where Spitzy played his final game
His legs were crushed the blood it gushed
A careless driver was to blame
Welcome my friends to the hottest club in town
Althouth its six feet under it will never let you down
Have no fear we'll notify all your next of kin
At Club Cemetery we're just dying to get in
Mikey H was very sad
Took a shotgun to his room
Turned the music up real loud
Ready, Steady, Go, kaboom
David Banjo much the same
Took a twelve gauge to the grave
Swallowed lead in Mary's arms
Now he's dancing at the rave
Little Marthy fell asleep
Between the rails he made his bed
So when the train came roaring past
He sat up and lost his head
Dan and Billy couldn't quit
So at the club they now must sit
Freddy P and Chuckles too
Must dance that graveyard Boogaloo
Welcome my friends to the hottest club in town
Althouth its six feet under it will never let you down
Have no fear we'll notify all your next of kin
At Club Cemetery we're just dying to get in
For Mitchy Van and Texy Bill
Cancer robbed them of their will
Jackie was my childhood friend
She overdosed on Heroin
Dave and Bomber, Jim and Kirby
Made it to the barroom stage
Bert and Rudy punched their tickets
Now they're singing Turn The Page
Welcome my friends to the hottest club in town
Althouth its six feet under it will never let you down
Have no fear we'll notify all your next of kin
At Club Cemetery we're just dying to get in
Rich or poor, old or young
Tattoos, piercings through the tongue
Black or white, gay or straight
The club does not discriminate
This song's near done I'm out of time
I hope you'll see we're all in line
One last thing on how we roll
The cover charge is just your soul