Late to to the party with you Oh, who needs confetti? We're already falling into the groove And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two? The world can wait 'Cause I'm never late to to the party if I'm late to to the party with you They're blowing

Graveyard girl Death is her boyfriend She spits on summers and smiles to to the night She collects crowns made of black roses But her heart is made of bubble gum Dark rags and red stars She's the dirty witch of her high school She worships Satan like a

Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake (Called a fake) I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint (I'm not a saint) I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed (Not ashamed) I walk alone (On and on and on) Love me or hate me

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to to be this way It's gonna break my heart to to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Bone engraved Stone grave Stone engraved As passion encircles the daily storm The heart bleeds and droughts do not All circles created with intention An ocean turns yellow It soothes the eye

I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to to take out the

(Bury us all) My time to to stand This is my chance This is our chance I see them coming with shrouds to to bury us all Before we were, before we were born they shaped our lives Leading us into an unmarked grave in moments Moments life could end so I will

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to to be this way It's gonna break my heart to to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to to be this way It's gonna break my heart to to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

You might look just like 'em, that don't mean you're like 'em But you love 'em Family is family, in church or in prison You get what you get, and you don't get to to pick 'em They might smoke like chimneys, but give you their kidneys Yeah, friends come in