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Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Afternoon In The Cemetery Lyrics

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  • A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs
  • Mrs. watson talks with someone whos 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 wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
  • What a wonderfull place to read a book bout love
  • What a wonderfull 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 chappel looks so sad even the flowers seem to cry
  • And all those people seem to wait for the moment they will die
  • What a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
  • What a wonderfull place to read a book bout
  • What a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree
  • On an afternoon in the cemetery

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