Graveyard Picnic Lyrics - Boo Hoo - Voltaire

When I find the living a bore 

There's a place I go 

I answer the call, go over a wall 

Where the crosses are all in a row 

I mind the trees, get down on my knees 

There's a hole in the gate 

I look around, that I won't be found 

And sit down next to his grave 

If you squirm at the Conqueror Worm 

This is no place for thee 

Or if you fright at the mere site 

Of the corpse of my Annabel Lee 

If you fear there's something you hear 

A heart beating under the floor 

Still your heart, there's no need to start 

It's just me having tea with Lenore 

Sit here on the ground 

Dead leaves in the trees all around you 

Come enter this land 

Take this book in your hand 

If you find the living a bore 

There's a place you can go 

Answer the call, go over the wall 

Where the crosses are all in a row 

Mind the trees, get down on your knees 

Sneak in just like the breeze 

Look around, though you won't be found 

It's just you, Edgar Allen and me