An electric concrete fantasy
Where the billboards keep on warning me
That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place
Where nobody gets out alive
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
The sun holds no regrets, the natives sway under arrest
As all the stars fall from the sky
Now we've all sold our souls, we're just waiting for the show
To begin here at the edge
What the hell we doing here, we're everywhere but no one's here
Bodies in motion, desperate motion
The angels have all gone insane, I know I'll never be the same
So let it ride, we're going for a ride
Now we've all sold our souls, we're just waiting for the show
To begin here at the edge
Now I watch those zombies celebrate
The burning of their favorite heretics and demigods
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
Cemetery was written by Strung Out.
Cemetery was produced by Strung Out.
Strung Out released Cemetery on Tue Apr 23 2002.