Headless Horseman

From the rear, behind the cremator to the closest clear. I can't help these things, I crave the smell of earth and fresh dog graves. Always makes me feel alright, and the dog grave, round tonight.

Now the gang slams shut, I'm all alone. If the ground is soft, I'm halfway home. I'll eat a rough sum, dead man's sleep. And whatever I find I can keep. I dragged that coffin up from the pit.

It smelled real bad cause it leaked a bit. When the thing inside that should be dead just smiled at me and grabbed my head. Now it wants to take a bite, cause a great grain rather than tonight.

My dagger out of its sheath and thrust a deep between its teeth. It girdled out a ghastly sound and a little bit of ground liquid on the ground. I turned and fled with all my might cause I'm done great ever up in the night I can see my house just down the lane

My legs are weak and cracked with pain If he was there feel let me in if not I'm afraid it's the end He got swung the dead both free that dead man kept on chasing me I lured the beast inside my lab and pushed it in the acid bath