Laid to rest and down to the bone
is a hallowed memory carved in stone
but time can't suppress his ghostly moan.
In Westminster Abbey he is not alone!

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The condemned would deal with the enemy of time
for committing the act of a heinous crime.
His victim carries on without her dream
and in ghostly residence on the cheerleading team!

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From the Bates Motel I write to you
on their stationery with the blood soaked through
and there's not much else that I can do
although my recent disappearance is a clue!

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It's a grave situation as their uniforms smell.
The college fight song is like a death knell
and on the anniversary of where they all fell
is the untimely return of the marching band from Hell!

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Wagging his tail as dogs often do
animal hierarchy offers this clue
when a spectral presence comes out of the blue
in the form of a lady that he once knew!

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