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I'm the Wickerman, I am made of pain Running up that hill in the rain Got red dot pointed at your brain Ghost Mountain gon' keep it in range Wickerman, I am made of pain I'ma wagoner, creepin' down the way Trench knife, got the wartime blade Sematary gon' put you in the grave Living out a hearse, come ride with me Cry out my name from the trees Scars on me, call it surgery Hit the lights, no emergency I'll fly with you Pins and needles fill my room Tryna feel nothing Take me out and show me pain I'm the Wickerman, I am made of pain Running up that hill in the rain Got red dot pointed at your brain Ghost Mountain gon' keep it in range Wickerman, I am made of pain I'ma wagoner, creepin' down the way Trench knife, got the wartime blade Sematary gon' put you in the grave I'm a normal boy, I'm a normal kid But if you try, turn you to a Skellington Blood all over me, damn, I tried again But I'm still alive, stay rocking till the end I'm with Ghost Mountain, we do not repent Got a chainsaw, shotgun with a bayonet I see all your friends, waiting by the edge Say goodbye, meet them on the Rainbow Bridge Up at 5 AM Seen the Wickerman All hail Ghost Mountain Watch out for Grave Man Yeah, I hurt myself today Every dog has his day I'm stuck up in my ways I'm in so much pain I'm the Wickerman, I am made of pain Running up that hill in the rain Got red dot pointed at your brain Ghost Mountain gon' keep it in range Wickerman, I am made of pain I'ma wagoner, creepin' down the way Trench knife, got the wartime blade Sematary gon' put you in the grave