Lyrics : The Scene is Dead

A whiskey-ginger and a visor on
We'll have our summer in the back garden
You talked me into anything you would
You have a snake coming in your blood

The scene is dead
The scene is dead
The scene is dead

I see a glow down at the end of the hall
When I get close to it, it moves up the wall
You are a beautiful bony witch
You wail banshee into the lily bush

The scene is dead
The scene is dead
Thе scene is dead

Thе scene is dead
The scene is dead
The scene is dead
In a tomb of its own lies

Chip my tooth on porcelain
Shut the door