In a cemetery Voices will carry Solemn and often grim Sympathetic magic Useful yet tragic Binds a dismembered limb Don't you dare get caught without it If prophecy is More or less uncertain Throw back the curtain Fortune or certain doom Violent pornographic Bury the hatchet Floor of the cutting room Don't you dare get caught without it If prophecy is true The remedy is Silver mounted dyed on a keychain A graveyard rabbit's left hind foot Killed at midnight under a full moon Tears streamed down as my hand shook I'm never doing that again Second thoughts still linger I run my finger Through the discolored fur History advances I'll take my chances Lay bare the jugular Don't you dare get caught without it If prophecy is true The remedy is Silver mounted dyed on a keychain A graveyard rabbit's left hind foot Killed at midnight under a full moon Tears streamed down as my hand shook I'm never doing that again Silver mounted dyed on a keychain A graveyard rabbit's left hind foot Killed at midnight under a full moon Tears streamed down as my hand shook I'm never doing that again I'm never doing that again I'm never doing that again