Afternoon In The Cemetery Lyrics - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs 

Mrs. Watson talks with someone who's been dead for years 

A sickly smell of urine rising from her tights 

Two old ladies on a park bench sitting silent already dead 

What a wonderful place to have a cup of tea 

What a wonderful place to read a book 'bout love 

What a wonderful place to sit around with me under a tree 

On an afternoon in the cemetery 

Millions of flies spiral around a cross before they land 

In a fresh grave someone dug last night 

The little chapel looks so sad even the flowers seem to cry 

And all those people seem to wait for the moment they will die 

What a wonderful place to have a cup of tea 

What a wonderful place to read a book 'bout 

What a wonderful place to sit around with me under a tree 

On an afternoon in the cemetery