The Garden Of Happy Dead People کے بول

There once was a garden Where flew around nightmares But people were happy at all They were dead, they were broken Their words were unspoken But they still were happy at all They drank blood after dinner Every victim was a winner And we will be happy with them Suicides on the trees Weapons instead of bees And I'm sure we'll both like their pain There grew daisies of fears Dead cause they had no tears Cause people were happy at all Locked in vault of their ills Ills were for them as pills So they still were happy at all There true love was paving And the pain was a braving But people were happy for it I hople we'll soon join them But God only knows when And we will be happier a bit