Lyrics

Whistling In The Graveyard

The mind plays tricks with sticks and stones
I swear I hear the sound of rattling bones
Call my name but I’d like to think they wouldn’t harm me

Should I make a break or play it cool
I tell myself I am just being foolish
but I feel the hooks of a ghoulish chill climbing up my spine

CHORUS

Oh sweet death
it’s not my time
I held my breath
when we were passing by

VERSE 2

Sometimes I get the feeling there is something in the ceiling
I get a panic in the attic when all the lights are out
There is static on the radio don't hear that voice below
The basement tapes are hissing but the stereos not on

CHORUS

Oh sweet death
it’s not my time
I held my breath
when we were passing by

BRIDGE
I hear the cemetery bells
will keep the spirits here at bay
Better take that whistling somewhere else
and Watch out for weeds on dusty graves

VERSE 3

Stopped the clocks, covered the mirrors, Family pictures put away
We Set the coins upon the eyelids for safe passage from the grave
We closed up all the windows and waited for the hearse
We carried out the coffin but forgot to leave feet first….

CHORUS

Oh sweet death
it’s not my time
I held my breath
when we were passing by