Bury Me in the Lovers Graveyard lyrics

Storm that capitol singing your siren song, because weve been taken in by this white collar fad, so everyone quick to the center of town But in the event this goes terribly wrong, stack them ten high and fourty long, we'll call it a LOVERS GRAVEYARD, a relic of the past gone stale, its a lovers graveyard she looks so cold and pale shes a temptress, a cold war romance, relax, relax, relax this is only a drill But the wooden desks wont save the children so run to church and live in fear thats what you get These are the rewards for being so dishonest round up the insenscere, cause we cant let them live in fear, no