Went down to the cemetery
Looking for love
Got there and my Baby was buried
I had to dig her up
18,000 miles across nowhere land
I'm scratching and I'm spitting
there's ain't nobody listening
And things are kind of
getting out of hand
There's only one point
that I'd like to make
These kinds of things deteriorate
It's the gospel truth man
She's Embalmed In Love Juice
Went down to the cemetery
Looking for love
Got there and my Baby was buried
I had to dig her up
